My Hell

by Little Sin   Dec 27, 2005


The darkness that has tainted my life lives on,
forever till I`m left in the void that my hope has dreadfully become.
My ears are bleeding from the screams that continue to linger in this hell I call home.
Can`t release my despair for I`ve become one with my pain.
One with this nightmare.

Can`t remove the countless needles that remain in my heart,
it bleeds and bleeds until I give up this unfair life.
Why, why me? What did I do to be forsaken,
and forgotten by the ones I once love?
No matter how loud I scream for help, no one bothers.
Since I`m the one they all fear.

No matter how hard I cry, they believe all the lies.
Believe, that I`m a cold hearted soul.
Why do I have to prove myself, just so someone will care?
Acceptance is the last thing I need now,
but no one bothers... they`ll never bother but stare.
And glare with hate that fate feels I deserve.

The light that has never shined on my being still hides,
eternally till I`m abanded by any kind of deliverance.
The others eyes are bleeding from the sight of the freak, that I`ve become.
Can`t escape myself since I`m unwanted, for I`ve become separated from my sanity.
Separated from all hope for the dawn.

Can`t replace the stitches used to keep my dreams from falling,
they shatter and shatter till I meet my end.
Why, why now? What did you do to take me away from salvation,
and the world I once knew?
No matter how silently I whisper my secrets, they all find out.
And laugh since I`m the one they all fear.

I`m the one to fear....
I`m the one to stay away from....
And why? I`ll never know, I`ll never be taken away from this hell,
I call home.......

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  • 18 years ago

    by jennifer wilson

    That was very deep it sounded alot like my life, it sounded like some one who is confused and unsure of who they are or at least if its ok to be. it is a very good read

  • Wow, deep and dark and sad. lots of despair in this one. so sad.... alot of very good word play, reflecting the concept beautifuly (yet morbidly) well. (lines such as...):

    "My ears are bleeding from the screams that continue to linger in this hell I call home...."

    "Can`t replace the stitches used to keep my dreams from falling,..."

    sad write, but well writen. good job...and take care.