My heart aches as I write these words,
For love I was finding somewhere else,
My armour became weaker with my thoughts,
And now I care what others say.
Hate I have for everything in my life,
And yet nothing when I think of,
And anger surrounds my mind,
When I know my life is in my hands.
Nothing that I do pleases me,
It only shouts my insecurities,
How have I become this way?
My past holds all the answers.
Cared less when angels blossomed their love on me,
And I always found myself in the deepest of pits,
Pits of sorrow, hate, anger, resentment and guilt,
Always followed me with my tears re-lived.
Say that is it all false,
All the accusations that I hold, for once,
I may be a lost child for now,
But I don’t want to lose any hope.
Life Design 