I ache to fade away in the background of this crowd
For which i go unseen for the most part anyhow
I wish for an invisible cloak inwhich will grant me my deepest desire
For all I am is an unwanted, unloved, empty person
An empty shell of a person
Thriving, breathing, living in darkness of pure and utter hate
Hate for herself and those whom have wronged her in ways no one will ever comprehend
Left behind in the aftermath of my dyfuctional childhood
I, and only I reap from the disadvantages of a solid life
Left with night terrors only the devil himself would concoct
Only I, know the feelings of never having control over this life
This inferno of hatred only grows
This great distain I carry with me daily, gets heavier
The shame I feel for the abuse I endured only deepens with every passing moment
Full of hatred I am.
I ache to just fade away in the background of this empty life I lead...