A poem about what plagues my mind on a bad, lonely day like today...
Why won't the past leave?
A prisoner to it, will I forever be?
The claws of the villains of my life sink into what's left of me
To the first, I was only a game, left when I was done being played
To the second, I was only a toy, left when I refused to pleasure further
To the third, I was only an illusion, left when I cracked it
To the fourth and worst, I was only a pawn for a queen, left after her victory was achieved
To the last, I was only a fantasy, left when it got close to becoming a reality
Should I forgive all the lies?
Should I sever all the ties?
Should I ready my last goodbyes?
I'm haunted and torn apart by what if's, if only's, and why's
For all my fighting, and all my resisting the dark no one can see
I lay alone,
A fate I've yet to accept as my own