Ever since my grandfather died and my heart
starts to turn black from sorrow.
I lost my myself from the black hole
deep within. I cried to myself thinking to
myself will i ever be myself one day.
My heart used to have one door
and ONE! door only but
now it like an million doors and an limitless hallway
with each door having a different piece to find my true self
but every door i tried to open are locked, nailed, and lockdown
it was stressful enough that i have to keep my family on
track but it hard for me sometimes.
Anger starts to build up
Sadness start to freeze the lungs
and depression starts to cut the vain out of my body
but pretty soon it felt like something is
consuming this pain of mines and loving every moment
of it. But to me it makes me sick inside and only hope
that i will find the real me
Compton Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loss-of-one-s-image/
