Ever since my grandfather died and my heart <br />starts to turn black from sorrow. <br />I lost my myself from the black hole <br />deep within. I cried to myself thinking to <br />myself will i ever be myself one day. <br />My heart used to have one door <br />and ONE! door only but <br />now it like an million doors and an limitless hallway <br />with each door having a different piece to find my true self <br />but every door i tried to open are locked, nailed, and lockdown <br />it was stressful enough that i have to keep my family on <br />track but it hard for me sometimes. <br />Anger starts to build up <br />Sadness start to freeze the lungs <br />and depression starts to cut the vain out of my body <br />but pretty soon it felt like something is <br />consuming this pain of mines and loving every moment <br />of it. But to me it makes me sick inside and only hope <br />that i will find the real me<br /><br />Compton Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loss-of-one-s-image/
