I cannot seem to stop writing it, even though 'tis not my forté! This poem is about a year old, 'tis depressing, yes, because I was in a depressing mood when I wrote it. But ah well. I was going through a hard time. Another shall follow after this, I believe, because I found them both in a drawer I was rooting through.
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And so, I walk on.
The same path I trod before
The way of self-inflicted agony
The road I thought I had left behind.
I walk on.
As the grief weighs down
And my heart wonders how it is
To be loved in return.
I walk on.
Wondering why I jumped into that hole
Chiding myself for not being on my guard
Wishing I could leave my broken path behind.
I walk on.
Slowly dying inside
Unable to hold a smile
My mask has become my pride.
I walk on.
What is wrong with me?
Why can I not forget?
Did I betray my heart in the end?
I walk on.
Ever so slowly now.
Wishing I could forget
That I ever loved at all.
Even so, I walk on.
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