I don't know where I belong in this world,
feeling stuck between everlasting happiness
and what I know is my final resting place, Hell.
I drift from day to night; night to day,
praying the next morning I won't awake.
I've sunk so deep into this black hole,
I refuse to grab hold of a hand reaching out.
Comfort I find in this pit of darkness,
a blanket of warmth from the frigid cold,
fear and loneliness my only two friends.
What I offer to those who once loved me,
assurance I will never hurt them again.
Forgiveness I won't ask for, nor will I expect,
simply because I can not ask it of myself.
Trust not those that cause and welcome pain.
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