it begins

In my darkest hour,
When I am trapped in the dark,
I begin to cower,
From the light and warmth.

Hurt so many times,
My heart has turned to ice.
The wind howling mimes,
The sounds in my heart.

My heart is cold,
It is as dark as night,
My mind has been told,
It is time to leave.

I let myself fall,
Downward in depression,
No one hears my call,
Once again it begins.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:36

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