Poem: Haunted House

“Regret always follows

Making you feel hollow

You promise it is the last

Even if you know it is a lie

 

Seeking pain, not fullness

Using life, not deathly blades

With no scars for suspicion

Still falling into self-destruction

 

The mirror became an enemy

Forever ashamed of failing

Gave up on winning

Yet, the guilt is infinitive

 

Skipping like a cheater

You are just a quitter

A confusing paradox

Hidden in Pandora’s box

 

Can’t control the impulse

Became as normal as your pulse

Trying to battle the obsession

Till resistance reaches its threshold”

 

Written by Emilie F. Yaakaar

All Rights Reserved © 2017

 

 

 

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