Raising Solitude

January 9, 2011
By GuardianAngel13 SILVER, Piscataway, New Jersey
GuardianAngel13 SILVER, Piscataway, New Jersey
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Broken down into pieces
Worn down into nothing
Eaten alive from the inside
What have I become?
Lost the sense of my identity
That cannot be replaced
And neither can my hope
And nor can my sanity
Can become anymore sane
Cannot relieve the moments
Of pure bliss
The feeling of being accepted
Things in my life
I can’t hide
A Strangers hand weighs
Upon my mind
A stranger’s eyes are searching in mine
The sole truth that I dared deny
Not this time
I can’t stand the pain
Lost in the sea of madness
But the fact still remains
It cannot be changed
I cannot see it
But its there
Inside
Where hope resides
There are a million voices
Along with my might
I hope I will find the sight
To fight
Against the insanity
And bring light
Into my life


The author's comments:
The feeling of loosing sanity and being pushed over the edge.

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