Not your poetry but mine

Tears, tears, that will never fall, tears that will never touch the surface of my skin, for all that I see, for all that I keep in...just keep sinking, in. Words that are never spoken, dig their pointed nails into my heart, swallow hard to ignore the sadness that follows; disillusioned, by things you say, nothing is the same. There's no rest in guilty eyes, there's no peace in a distrusting mind. Walking the lonely path of hopelessness, here no one sees, here no one hears, my writhing screams. I rather clothe myself with a cloak of thorns than to feel, this constant sickening dread ( I always do). Can't go back to believing in everything, after believing in nothing....

I've come to the solemn realization that this life will continually be a battle, we will never have complete peace as long as we walk this earth.The battle is till death. A battle till the end. We live in search of paradise because in our hearts we know, that is where we belong, and we scratch,bite,fight for any glimpse, for the slightest taste of that paradise--of that freedom, of that peace. Where does this need come from? I think, deep in our core, we know. And still, we repeatedly doubt it, deny it, believing this world is our own. Convincing ourselves that we are our own. Yet, we cannot heal ourselves, we cannot change ourselves, we cannot bring ourselves back to life, we cannot free ourselves from the unseen chains that bind us and weigh us down. I've come to fully embrace the reality of this existence. To expect struggle, to expect pain, to know that death will come. I may sound somber, but I am not, I do not deny the beautiful things that God has placed for us on this ...