Twisted Inside
I'm twisted inside,
like an old oak tree
that was once strong and strait,
now a gnarled mess of my own skin.
Blowing violently
with no control over my fate.
I feel frozen,
so cold that the heat of a thousand suns
could not thaw my cold, cold, heart,
and I've become a living time capsule
of my own miserable life.
I'm learning to live half alive,
a part of me dead,
rotting inside,
and filling me with filth,
yet to my surprise,
no one really tried.
I'll soon become a shell,
hollow and empty.
Everyday I feel myself draining
of blood
and the light that you might call a soul.
I'm twisted, filthy, frozen shattered inside.
I'm dark, dirty, and filled with sorrow and hate.
Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2014
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