my room, dark black
my nightmares come back
my past, won't leave me
I need someone to free me
deep hurt, my pain
all the regret makes me insane
my eyes, wet
the reasons why, I'll never forget
my arm, bloody
my words, cunning
my heart, broken
on each breath, I'm choking
Struggling To Overcome The Past
I can relate to this poem a lot. My best friend killed himself last year in December, and I regret not being a better friend because I feel like I could have saved him if I had tried hard...
My Room, Dark Black
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012 with permission of the Author.
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