Living Dead Poem by (De Va)

I wander through life in a stupor
Searching for meaning and people to do for
Because I can't face my own life
I hide inside the dark using my knife
To cut into the flesh to free my soul
Knowing I am not much more than a ghoul
In silence my lips are kept
But inside my soul, I have wept
He took my heart, he took my love
He defiled me below and above
Not content to just break my heart
He set out to destroy me right from the start
Once he succeeded, I was left to die
And that is what I did, this is no lie
I descended into hell to begin living dead
With visions of nothing running through my head
Deep into the blackness I ran unwhole
Hiding the brokenness of my soul
Walking in the facade I have created
Ignoring the pain, wishing it was abated
Ten long years I kept the death shroud
Hiding the truth because I was not proud
When will I wake from this living death?
When will I be able to catch my breath?