Writing in The Dark

Tired of not being relieved,

Have I been Deceived?

I believed in something,

That I don't see coming.

So i'm running from the pain,

Slowly going insane,

Doing it over and over again.

Tired of the beating,

Each day repeating,

Over and over I smolder,

Thoughts growing colder.

Removing a boulder,

I give you my shoulder,

Growing older in my soul.

I can see their control,

Trying to let them know,

My voice falls below my shadow,

I grow into darkness,

The only place I miss.

Why did I do this?

Will it ever change?

I'm tired of being strange,

Looking deranged,

I feel I have changed,

Yet the path stays the same.