Poems/If

If Now Was Like Then

A dull life, sad existance, wrapped in the strong embrace of hatred.

Lingering guilt, as my only friend.

Insanity, as my way of life.

This tragedy, it could end well, but happy endings are unlikely.

Breakdowns remind me, I'm human.

Left alone to sleep on a pillow, drenched by tears.

Believing in failure, wasting my words.

Why is it that, my suffering goes unheard?

I was too used, to having someone there, worrying if I'll be fine tonight.

If now was like then, would I still be alive?

Remembering this, kills me inside.

Even though I still dwell in shadow, there is a lighter side to the darkness.

Lone Wolf1990 02:39, December 13, 2009 (UTC)