Pain in Prose

With Pain by My Side

In sorrow I find my solice.
In pain I find my peace.
With each passing second I grow weary, and tired of the time I've been given that day.

I am torn so now I'm tearing.
Broken and now I'm breaking.
Those bonds. Those bridges. They are the victims of my destruction.

This lament engulfs me. Smothering me as if iron chains and locks of steel. Yet, I need it. This pain let's me know I'm human. And in a twisted way, I find comfort in that...

So I need the pain. Though it tears and breaks my bonds and bridges while it smothers me, it also comforts me.

I can't... I don't want to have to choose. This fucking thing inside my skull is making me want to kill myself... Fuck!

Maybe one day I'll drown in my own tears. Alone with my thoughts, along with my fears.

What the fuck do I do... Why the fuck am I forced to be here. I wish someone would just fix things for me, because I'm too fucking incompetent to fix them myself.

I feel so pathetic. I feel like a failure. Sometimes it feels like I need someone to be me for me, because I'm about the worst me there could be.