Life Hurts

Once I stumbled upon an enchanted forest 
It wasn't too long ago in the middle of May
Wandering about thinking I was a tourist 
Trekking freely stumbling along I must say

This is beautifully stunning I said to myself 
For it was on that day face to face I stared 
At the crowd of trees like a picture on a shelf 
Different with a mental darkness I shared 

I ventured bravely into the forest that day
To see what enchantments I could behold 
On that fateful day in the middle of May
Thinking pridefully to myself I am very bold 

It's what I discovered that was in those trees
Something wrong something dark and very cold
Lay within those trees I never wanted to see
Beckoning to me to see that which I was to behold 

Etched here and there, images of memories past
Image after image scars here and everywhere 
Tortured representations have caught me at last
Binding me to hurt my burden now I have to bear

A mother's name which symbolizes hurtful words 
Said in hate to someone too young to understand 
Next a symbol of love in the spring and afterward 
Heart broken to pieces it didn't work out as planned 

Followed by icons of a map with thoughts of riches
A symbol of life crushed by circumstances unknown 
This enchanted forest is only that which bewitches
Nightmarish memories never to be forgotten nor alone

Run away I did on that fateful day in the middle of May
From the enchanted forest of which I didn't want to see
A reflection of my mind twisted and dark I have to say
It was a lifelong journey of what I didn't want to ever
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