The Darkness Within

The tears shed at night when no-one sees us,
the sweat and blood in the days nobody hears us.
The mask we wear to hide it all,
the truths we find once it falls.
The nightmares that overbearingly haunt us,
the judging people that seek to taunt us.
All the friends, in a big disguise,
The price we pay when loyalty becomes lies.
The way our hearts are often too open,
when for love we are always gropin’.
The blade that looks beyond temptation,
the wounds we leave from devastation,
that are there from over-stressing,
wishing for someone to be there caressing.

Wanting that someone who’ll just accept us,
‘coz maybe someday we’ll get some justice,
A right to the wrong of our unduly incarceration,
whilst we recover from these lacerations.
Punishment from a whip that placed too many landings,
These walls we created are no longer standing.
We resort to the crying, and cutting, and violence,
due to a mind full of memories that couldn’t keep their silence.

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