Betrayal By My Own Hands

 Constantly trying to find a way home,

promises paved with lies,

hidden messages that fade into darkness,

the truth no longer true,

lost somewhere inside you,

freedom a woman,

filled with hatred from my mistakes,

my curse,

my sin,

my awakening,

your smile that once set my heart a flutter,

adorns your face,

while you dig my hole.

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  1. ‘Constantly trying to find a way home.’ I’ve read this over a few times, it feels so sad. One of those beautiful piece that fit a mood.

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    1. The loss of identity, the self discovery, the goodbye of what once was you, buried never to be whole once more. I think in the sadness, hides hope, but the context, ah, the context of where your mind places it, gives it a life of it’s own.

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      1. It’s true. Destruction and creation can’t be pulled apart.
        I just watched the news, mate, too much sadness in my mind.

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