Some days I just want to sleep
It’s like I can no longer feel
There is no good
There is no bad
There is just this reality that I cannot enjoy
Nyx
Dark Poetry
The hole within my soul
I still can’t fill the pit
The hole within my soul
It grows larger every minute
With nothing left to throw inside
I just feel discontent
Hollow and unhappy in my own skin
Nyx
There is no escaping who you are
What do you do when you want to escape your own skin
What do you do when you are tired of the emptiness
What do you do when your tired of that uneasy feeling
There is no escaping who you are
Nyx
Pushed perceptions
Today is another
Day like yesterday
I try to find something
Anything that will make me want to get up
I wish I could just be happy
Instead I just feel lost
I try to think of things in a positive way
I try to think it’s great that I woke up today
But for all the positive quotes I read
All the pushed perceptions that should make this better
I still sit here empty
I still sit here in sorrow
Longing for a life I never had
Nyx
Never ending nothing
I am lost again today
I am just a hole
A black mass
Of never ending nothing
Never ending nothing
Nyx
Self hate
I listen as the world moves around me
Self hate is boiling inside
Bubbling over into reality
Nyx
Embrace the darkness
Once again I embrace the darkness
As alone as I have always been
He is the only comfort I know
The only one who never leaves
I hear the world outside
A world I do not belong in
I belong with darkness
He never lets me down
I sit here waiting
Knowing he will come someday
He will come and take all this pain away
Nyx
A bird with a broken wing
I had to let you go
That short lived feeling
Has long passed
I need to find a way
To be ok today
I need to find a way
To stop the pain again
What the hell do I do
When all I want is to escape
To feel something else
Besides this eternal heartache
I know longer care
If I win or lose
I know longer know
Who I even am
All I have ever done
Is fight to want to live
Without this dream I have
There is nothing left to give
A wanderer is what I am
A warrior as well
I hold my shield up
But my arms they grow weary
And sometimes I take a hit
When I let the shield fall
This is when you see it all
The pain is on my face
The plastered pieces start to crumple
And the fissures and scars all show
This is what I am
A scarred and broken thing
Like a beautiful bird
With a broken wing
I cannot sing
I cannot fly
The truth is that every day
What I long for
Is to simply die
I try to see the beauty in the world
I try to look toward the sky
I try to ask myself questions
I start to wonder why
Peace has not found me
This is when I cry
Nyx
I wrote this poem back in 2018. This poem is my favorite because it is a clear view to my soul. This is how I truly see myself.
Blood of my blood
I had to let you go again
Blood of my blood
Torn from me you will always be
By no fault of yours
Just the choice to love one of the destroyers of my life
A destroyer I will never forgive
A monster only I can see
Who cradles you in her arms
Nyx
Reality
Today I wanted to stay in my dreams
There was no pain or hardship there
I didn’t want to wake up to this reality
The reality of the loneliness in my life
The reality of the skin I live in
The reality of the shame I feel
I wish it all wasn’t real
Nyx
Words From A Borderline 
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