Punctured

My heart was punctured by the pain
of feeling lost within.
Deceived by lies I told myself.
Not letting life begin.

Although I know that I can see.
I feel as though I'm blind.
Reality I overlooked
and viewed things with my mind.

Until this day I've always been
the person others see.
Controlled by views that weren't my own.
I never felt like me.

Now I kow that it's my choice.
Perception, my mistake.
I control the way I feel
each morning I awake.

I envisioned everyone
imaginig me dead,
but now I find that everything
was only in my head.

I want to start my life again
and watch a new day start.
Find a place I long to be
where I can free my heart.

--Daryl Molen


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