Confusion

April 20, 2013

Drowning in the confusion that is my soul. Begging for mercy, from this unknown path that I'm taking. Reflecting numbness, but I'm only searching for it, always calling out in the night. Something to take away all the feelings. A quick medicine to take away questions, or to at least change the answers. Grabbing mindlessly in the darkness for something to hold on to. I'm a walking insecurity, is there no shepard for my soul to keep. Or at least a reaper to collect in the end. Is there no shelter, no haven from my fear? No way to remove the evil that is myself. Only unspeakable ways to quiet the demons in mind. How can I fight the world when I am busy fighting myself. How can I win someone's heart when I've already lost mine. It begin with a touch and it ends with a letter. I was made and now I am finished.

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Hi! I'm an upcoming freshman at Mercer! My poems may seem really sad and depressing as a reflection as a way I feel, but these poems are written out of empathy for people around. I have a friend who has a difficult mental health issues, and seeing the way she reacted differently to situations really made me think about her life versus mine. As a friend, as a female, as a human, I never want anyone to feel anything less than beautiful. We are all blessed with a life on earth to make a difference and what isn't beautiful about that?

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