by TJ Marie
A dark emotional struggle.
Rooted by Depths of Despair
The depths of despair run deep,
Through my veins to my soul.
My facade is what I let you see,
The truth of who I am disgusts me.
I can feel the world, twirling around me,
Passing me by with each breath I take.
I feel rooted in place unable to move,
Planted in the ground like a tree.
I raise my arms high,
Wondering if I can reach the heavens.
Listening to the loudest sound, silence
Which rules my existence.
No one can see, I will not let them.
Shame is my heaviest burden,
I cannot even admit it to myself,
The truth about what I have done.
My true nature is shown to me,
Through sprout and decay, which follow me.
I am encircled in darkness when I allow
The facade to slip through.
There are moments I am in,
Deep within my tortourous self.
Having a two-sided conversation in my head,
Never concluding anything.
I continue to rot in the damage,
It is my creation, no one else is to blame.
I can get out anytime, right now,
I do not want to.