I hate going to this place
the smell
the taste is so familiar
decay.. This is no movie or play
I have been here many times before
I walked the the darkened halls
I stumbled many times
bleeding...
wounded....
so many don't see
the scars
I hide
the pain
the train ride there is torture
I keep thinking I am going to jump off the tracks
out of my skin
where do we begin....?

talking about this realm of darkness
for destructiction is all it leaves in it's wake
so much pain sorrow
isolation
it never gives just takes...
pushing me down
noone cares
push me aside
I don't belong in your world
but do i belong here?
my head is on drugs
I haven't done any in days
so much confusion
so much of being in a daze
this world is a craze
come in walk my journey
sleep only lets us leave physically.. the reality of it all
by my mind never sleeps
depressed
depression
seizes my body
and here is where i live in the REALM OF DARKNESS
please I want to shed light onto my world.
                                                      Chrissy M. Pierce