Words And Pain Poem by Natasha Dowdy

The venom from words is nothing compared to the hurt, this anguish I feel the hatred I spill is a solitude release so I can find peace. My mind is a prison cell my own little corner of hell, welcome to the darker side of me do you like all that you see? A photograph, a perfect glimpse of this twisted reality. You will never know what I keep hidden, all the sins, all the forbidden. Take a gamble on this crazy heart of mine you never know what you will find inside, there may be sanity in the insane.