A heart that beats...
Pained insanity no one could understand...
No one could hear my screams of pain,
As I writhed there on the floor.
My crimson blood has stained my hands,
The life-giving fluid warmly seeps through my now stained clothes.
Now, I'm finally engulfed.
I'm engulfed in the sins I have piled high.
That light full of joy,
That which helped me,
Which led me,
It's tried to save me from my past.
But then, yanked down it was,
And the darkness once more enveloped my soul.
I am now consumed,
A mere puppet,
Not even enough light for a shadow.
The light has been torn down,
Been sucked down.
Violently a storm rages,
Tearing down the ray of hope.
The tiny little gleam of light,
And then it's gone forever.
So I bid you now,
Leave me to be.
I don't want you to share the same fate as me.
And now as I sit by myself in the darkness,
I wonder if I'm afraid to have friends..
Afraid to have friends because of the fate they might share.
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Because the person has no friends she is lonely...not because of her past...but because she's too scared to make friends.
The light full of joy is a friend, isn't it? But a friend that was lost? Or maybe just the light of hope to think that one can have a friend?
It's true that the past can come back to haunt you, but that's why one must always have a friend. Without friends one is lost and in darkness.
Because she's scared of her past she does not wish to make friends in fear that they will get caught up in the pain.....But what this person fails to realize that that's what friends are there for....to share your pain or in better terms to help you out of your pain. In order to help one must know the pain....but because they are friends...it's what the friend wants to do....help you in any way the friend can...in anyway possible...
And the friend will need the person in the poem later down the road because that friend has problems too...that friend needs someone to help them.....so if this person does not make friends...neither does the other person who wants a friend...who wants to help....
So...making friends is the only way, sometimes, to make things to go away...and fell that everything will be alright