I keep to myself,
letting the sorrow
fill me to the brink
as I start to sink in
my own mind.
The thoughts of
darkness spread
through out my
lost soul.
I often feel like
I am just a sheep,
following those
who seem strong
and yet I know
that it is wrong
to follow others.
Walking through
the woods that
spark out from
my own mind,
travelling
and getting lost
in those dark
places that I
know that I
need to stay
away from.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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