Fear be thy name

My feeble attempt at Dark poetry... wonder what to call it.


I feel the need to write,
all that's piled up inside,
somehow the words fail,
nothing comes out right,
I've  always believed in me
been reckless yet trouble free.
Crushed by pain and shame
I seem to have lost me
my problems remain my company
I haven't cried in a while
the tears have run dry.
And yet I try again, to write away my pain
speak cryptically,
it seems so wrong to me
I've been battered by hate
misery as my only mate
I dwell  in self pity.
For the fear that the world would see
my weaker side I hide
and die a slow death inside.