Lost

In the brightest of days gloom consumed it. In the darkest of places, We no longer can run from it. Thinking that bottling it up was going to fix it. Putting it off was just to stall couldn't do that no more. Manipulating could only  take you so far. Blaming others was natural for them. Knowing that they couldn't even  comprehend the truth. Wanting to believe that our faith in them was still strong. Only to watch as they try and destroy us. Always Remembering that this ain't like them and give them time. Only time passed and they continue to be the monster. How I spent many night tearing myself down, that the tears flow and haven't stopped. They were able to break me down with the shame I already carried, they made there shame part of mine. Thinking that I must deserve what they have for me. Feeling like dying seem easier then feeling. How easily it was for them to act. As of life was just a game,and we are  the next consistent to  play