Tell me your pain

Who knows what truly lingers beneath the spirit of the soul when darkness falls down upon the skies and your world, becomes to hard to bear as the lingering images fade into the mere abyss of your mind making you afraid to even go outside.    
   Who really knows what you go through in the solitude of your home when your alone, and the haunting images invades your dreams at night only to awaken you screaming in pain, as the sweat runs down your skin of your flesh from another bad dream of night creatures of demons walking in search of your skin and blood and flesh.                        
   Who really knows the real hurt that you struggle with on a daily basic just to make it through the day upon a wing and a prayer, for there are days that you just wanna disappear behind a closed lock door never to leave the mere comforts of your home. Who really knows what you suffer each time when darkness covers your world and your mind becomes confuse, and start manifesting thoughts that only you seem to see as they seem so real in shape and form tormenting you systematically and pyschologically.      
    For who really knows what you go through when your alone and the beast of nightmares, appears from out of the darkness like fragments mere subliminal signs conceal throught there desperation with an hunger to feed upon your fears that dwells beneath the core of your spiritual soul.

Who knows what truly lingers beneath the spirit of the soul when darkness falls down upon the skies and your world, becomes to hard to bear as the lingering images fade into the mere abyss of your mind making you afraid to even go outside.    
   Who really knows what you go through in the solitude of your home when your alone, and the haunting images invades your dreams at night only to awaken you screaming in pain, as the sweat runs down your skin of your flesh from another bad dream of night creatures of demons walking in search of your skin and blood and flesh.                        
   Who really knows the real hurt that you struggle with on a daily basic just to make it through the day upon a wing and a prayer, for there are days that you just wanna disappear behind a closed lock door never to leave the mere comforts of your home. Who really knows what you suffer each time when darkness covers your world and your mind becomes confuse, and start manifesting thoughts that only you seem to see as they seem so real in shape and form tormenting you systematically and pyschologically.      
    For who really knows what you go through when your alone and the beast of nightmares, appears from out of the darkness like fragments mere subliminal signs conceal throught there desperation with an hunger to feed upon your fears that dwells beneath the core of your spiritual soul.

Pain ?

Just Pick My Brain ,

See What Drives Me So Insane

Reality Is A Fatality Yet To Be Divined

And Mentality Is Still Yet To Be Defined

What Is Real ? Feel The Boundary

Of What You Are And What Is Me

And What Eyes Of Tears May See

Beyond The World As Mystery

I knew I hit rock bottom when I sat there
And I could never defend the man I loved
Anymore, not even to my best friend or

Anyone else. I promised and would swear
To myself I would never put anyone above
Me or my health. I was choosing to ignore

Everything he put me through including
The pain and sleepless nights. He did not
See the tears I kept from him. He only saw

Me as happy until I felt like I was losing
Everything I once knew like love. The knot
Remained and in the end the final straw

Was him not caring. It did not matter until
I walked away he realized it was a battle
That he would no longer win. I could have

Chosen to be bitter or shut down the spill
Of feelings or emotions, but in the saddle
I went again and my heart’s main valve

Still got cut wide open when I decided to
Move on and try to love again. This time
The pain was worse than before. Rock

Bottom was home until the sky was blue
Again and I could breathe. The rhyme
In life made sense as I am able to walk

On a path I created. Those people came
Into my life to not to necessarily heal me,
But to love, to make and break me apart

Until I became the person I was ashamed
Of. Some people bring chaos from the sea
And some came to bring me a new start.

So yes, pain ebbs and flows, but even as it
Has brung me to me knees and as I really
Began to wonder if I can continue this life

In happiness, in my veins and in every bit
Of my soul I truly carry on like a rose or lily
Blooming again after being cut by a knife.

“Life doesn’t give You the people you want, It gives you The people you need: To love you, To hate you, To make you, To break you, And to make you the person you Were meant to be.”
— Walt Whitman