TMH? TMN!

Trapped and screaming I long to be free. Finding the enemy that holds me back is a close as looking at me. I see what I do and am helpless at times to stop the insanity that comes from the void that is despair and hurt inside of me. Pain comes to me only when I breath. Past images flood my mind and make me run and hide. Thinking back I wonder what could I have done different not to end up how I am. What could I do? Carving my flesh in what others see as agony and yet to me there is no pain. Illusions from my brain. Cutting myself. My Art. Was a release for myself. To make the pain real and not just feelings from my past. Tried so many tactics to kill it all away. Scars fade and the pain stays. I can not forget the motto of mine, TMH? TMN! Can mean so many things. I haven't used that in so long. Yet like the pain and not the scars. It still remains to be true.

Paths

PATHS
You are like a feather,
just floating through time.
Many centuries pass,
with no clock to wind.

Demons hear every thought.
Speak in silent word.
Blind eyes see you coming,
but my eyes are blurred.

Time is quick - I must go.
We must meet one day.
On your world or in mine.
Time will only say.

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Hiding Behind A Mask

My face is a mask that I use to hide among the living. I smile, bow, greet and meet new faces. I wonder how many of us wear them. Use them to "get by" I have had a mask on for far too long. I am lost and do not know my own face. I look in the mirror and do not see me. I see the mask. What have I become. I am a stranger in my own skin. Uncomfortable and itchy. Scratching to set myself free. Bleeding but not reborn. You do not know me. Though you may try. I will confuse you. I confuse myself. Lost in my own mind I scream for sanity. I only get an answer when I hear my echo talk to me. My friend. The only one that knows who I am. My thoughts are my enemies. They fail me at best. I think therefore I can not be like the rest. I rest my mask on my pillow of lies. Deceit and I are associates in my disguise. Welcome it or die.

I Sit Here Frozen

I sit wonderering what will tomorrow bring. I have these doubts. These unreachable dreams. I feel doom aproach to take away my happiness. I am frozen in a silent scream locked inside my dreams. No one knows I come here. No one is aware. Aware of what I have become or am yet still becoming. They just look and stare. Unaware. My wings are brittle and broken. They do not catch the air. I drown upon my own tears. If only my tears were there. I feel so empty and lonely. Lonely as can be. Screaming in the crowded streets where no one looks at me. Why do I feel so frozen? So emotionless... Searching for that key that will unlock all of this.