One of my darker poems, it expressed a very bad moment for me. If you get the impression I was suicidal while writing this, you wouldn't be mistaken. Though as you can see, I'm still here. Poetry is the outlet for me for good and bad, light and dark. I share these types of poetry because I'd like to believe, if someone else out there feels this way too, perhaps they can see that there are other outlets to release the pain.
I watched the sun set tonight It was a long day, and a long night With the dawn she left today Now she's gone, my life to pay
In this game of life, they say You cannot win, you cannot stay A gambler's life for the chosen few In the end, you can't take it with you
This table's cold now, my hand I fold Even though my story's left untold No one here wants to hear the tale Of a broken heart that's gotten stale
In pain we're born, and naked true In our twilight's darkest blue We find the strength to end the pain In twilight's hour my heart will stain
A book-length psychodynamic study of pathological narcissism, relationships
with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder, using a new vocabulary.
Eight e-books regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive
narcissists and psychopaths, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
Eight e-books regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive
narcissists and psychopaths, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
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