In my mind thoughts are turbulent,1
Discontent is sew and won't relent.2
Whispered lies cloud my judgement,3
As I think I should repent.4
My mind is a hollow, baren place,5
Thrown into disarray, slapped in the face.6
Who I can trust I do not know,7
Someone has left me with nowhere to go.8
Treating me like my grief is a show,9
Enjoying watching my pain, blow by blow.10
I cower inside the place that was once a sanctuary,11
Now it is nothing but my own pathetic quandary.12
I do not know who to trust anymore,13
Not even those closest to me are sure.14
I am being captured by bait and lure,15
I fear that even my own friends are impure.16
I need help but cannot tell anyone why,17
My lfie has been cast to ruin by someone else's lie...
Author notes
This is something that has been plaguing me for a long time, but I can't tell anyone, not even those who will read this and tell me I can tell them anything...
Comments
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Awww dad! I hope you are feeling better.
Beautiful write though, I can't believe I haven't read it before now.


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AH YOU CAN TELL ME ANYTHING

Unless I already know.
I have some crazy theory's racing through my head right now.
But in the end. I can't force you to tell me everything and I won't.
Just...your poem worries me.
But is brilliantly executed.
blair


Yes, your poem worries me, by it was wonderfuly written. 
