This pain comes from within.
My heart, my soul.
My mind.
Tortures me.
Taunts me.
Not only will it never let up,
I can't seem to stop it.
The sharp edge becones me like a cry for help.
It needs to be needed.
Like I need to be needed.
Don't tell anyone, don't get help.
It teases me.
Don't go there, don't eat that.
It doesn't stop.
Lies upon lies.
Hate upon hate.
Will this ever go away?
Will it ever end?
Can I end it?
Should I try?
The answer should be no.
And yet,
I can't seem...
To not want...
To die.
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This is probably my most personal poem.
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Sorrowful Poems
PoetryJust some poems that I write when I get in the mood. Feel free to leave some comments or vote or whatever you want to do. :) Thanks for reading, enjoy.
