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Ain't found
My way
Home.
Only found misery.

Happiness
Cut out
Like a sacrificed
Heart
Still beating,
Pumping,
But nothing.

I want
To scream,
But I'm silent.
Tears fall
Instead.
But they too
Vanish.

And I'm left
Alone.
But I will
Survive.
I have Me,
Myself
And I
By my side.

*Another old poem. I think I had so much sadness in me growing up, not realizing that it was an invention of my mind. All I had to do was embrace life and enjoy it. It will take time to unlearn all of that damage.