My Insides

 True happiness...

So much mirth

i barely had any

since birth

The pain...

my prevention

the moments

their intention

My soul

in submission

i look in the mirror

i see a parallel universe

within the eyes

my eyes

unable to realize

how much i despize

the rottenness

and bottomless pit

the facade i put on this pod

an empty shell

yearning the space

to be replaced

by a little glimmer of hope

where i can be complete

without defeat

that is my innards

a heart with countless splinters

cold as a thousand winters

trying to escape this reality

so i can escape my eventual fatality

running from the devil

to be truly dead

is to give up

not delaying the inevitable

laying their like a vegtable...