I hear the echo and hate the sound
As I call out for help I'm never found
I confide in my heart but there's only a hole
I try to be strong but I'm losing my soul
The warmth I once felt has begun to melt
And the emptiness swallows me whole
I smile but cry with tears in my eyes
And I feel myself losing control
I want to keep fighting but the body is weak
The will is gone and my mind is bleak
My mind is in tatters it's batterd and bruised
My heart is a wreck from all the abuse
I wipe my eyes dry cause I cannot cry and I try to lay down for some rest
I'll keep on fighting and try my best
And keep on clinging to what life I have left
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poesíapoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
