The walls are caving in,
In this place I call my home.
Night creeps in,
In the corners of my mind.
And the ghosts of the past
Lay as shadows on the floor.

And tonight,
My nightmares come alive
One more time in front of my eyes.
I wonder aimlessly,
Like I am caught in a maze.
The wounds on my mind,
Of the scars your words left
Will never fully heal.
The memories are a bitter stain
On the pages of my life.
The tearstains of my youth,
Lay on my pillow,
Afresh tonight.

I splash water on my face,
Look in the mirror…
Is that really me?
What happened to the joy
And simple openness I use to have?
Now all I see,
Is an empty shell.
My soul long ago crushed,
Under the weight
Of everything I’ve seen.
The ghost of innocence lost,
To a cruel world.
The bitterness of a childhood,
Taken in its prime.

When did teddy bears
And goodnight kisses,
Become sleeplessness
And tears?
When did the wide-eyed girl,
Become this weary eyed adult?
And how can I go back to her?
When band aids fixed what hurt?
Exhaustion was from playing hard?
When did milk and cookies
After a hard day,
Become shots of alcohol,
Just to numb the pain?

Can someone please tell me…
Where I lost me?
Life was simple,
Sweet
And taken as it came.
But now it’s one more night,
Of taking the pains
As they wash over me anew,
And wishing so desperately
That I could go back…

Back to before I knew,
Just how cruel a place
This world truly is.

Sad, but as always very good! ;)

@heikeva: thank you :)

I really liked this!!!!!!

@JLaDawn: thank you :)

Mrb, ur a very very.


good poet

@Mobifren: thank you very much :)

Yes ur a great poet. Keep up the good work mrb89. That truly hit my heart and brought a tear 2 my eyes. But it was all good. I love reading ur poems they r so true and they always hit my heart and sometimes my daily life. Well done friend

@Countryguy22: thanks a ton :)
tbh this one was a hard one to write, I had to go to a dark spot in my mind so I could write it, and it's not a place I like to dwell in, I spent a long time there for a few years, dwelling on and wallowing in it, so when it started to play on my mind, I started writing.
I am glad I can touch your heart and that you can relate, even if it's just a little :)

ur a very nice poet but dea know dat de good thin bout bad times is dat dey end and wen dey do ul find happiness again and if dere were no bad times v wouldnt kno wat happiness is