Dairy of Thoughts #3

It's deep rooted in my soul. Different then anything anyone ever knows. Sealed away little by little it's seeps through. Showing it's opposite light. Kin of the night. Is this a blessing or a curse ? Is it ever goin to get worse and worse? To much changes me having no remorse. Silent as the potter's field. violence being spilled. Flowing in winters Ash. What is truly my past? Does this future ever last? Is it a mystery of misery. My memory Lock away Who am I truly