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heartless mind
Life it too short and precious to waste trapped in our own minds. Bound and enslaved by our insecurities. Held hostage by our own vivid imaginations. Our fears of the 'what if's' cause us to manifest them into 'reality'. Becoming that which we seek with all our hearts to escape. that which we feel will destroy us becomes us through obsessive thoughts and an overly juiced and mangled ego. So much time has been wasted. So many words have gone unsaid. So many loved ones grow older and the moments together are growing fewer and fewer with every passing moment. I know I will have many regrets, I already feel their sting on my heart. And that sting will carry on beyond my body's death and into eternity . But no more. I can't bear the burden of the woulda coulda shouldas. I can't feed these demons disguised as self any longer.they whisper in my ear while they feed of my essence like huge soul draining leaches. I'm done, this is the beginning of the end my fake friends. The iris warned me, 'if you don't get out of your head life will pass you by'. She was right..... I won't let my self suffering be in vain. I will not he a martyr for the darkness. I want to live, really LIVE!!!!
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