When Darkness Bleeds


I am weakened to the point, that it hurts to breathe

I close my eyes and I just grieve

Every memory floods back to remind me

I am not strong enough to receive,

these beautiful gifts given to me

I lay awake as the nightmare proceeds

This is my life when the darkness bleeds


23 thoughts on “When Darkness Bleeds

  1. I understand how you feel. I am throwing shit out. In my basement throwing things away, things I do not want to let go of them but there is no point to keeping them. There is just no point. I hate feeling memories. I have many good ones and I try to focus on them but the dark keeps knocking me down. I hope you feel better soon. xxxx

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  2. I like that you wrote in your comments that writing is a therapy for you. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to write during those hard times and have that help, to not just write about the good things and share those. I’m very glad writing helps you out… and I hope you feel better πŸ™‚


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