This Is My Dark

by Justinain The Red King

Darkness I sit alone.

Hopeless, nothing I could do.

Hate, all inside of me.

Pain, while I wasnt home.

 

The scars you gained while I was gone.

Is this because of me?

Is this because of me?

 

Would it have helped if I had stayed?

 

I sit with sorrow in my soul.

An anger, against my self.

 

While I was gone I sat and prayed.

With a pain in side me like a hole.

Unknowing that you hurt yourself.

 

Is this because of me?

Is this because of me?

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