Sad Poems and a Glimmer of Hope

Torn at the Seams

I wake up everyday just to feel afraid.
Wondering where I am and why my life fell away,
And why I still feel this way?
I reach for the words that I need to say,
Then sputter an incoherent mess of infamy.
I'll say it if I mean it,
But I still can't believe it,
I'm on the road to recovery,
But headed southbound.
I'm stuck in last place,
Hidden beneath the lost and found.
I used to care,
I used to try to be someone you could call and I'd be there,
But I feel as if I'm far beyond repair.
Look into my cold, dead stare.
See my pain I've tried to hide.
Tell me where it hurts inside.
Point to my heart,
shot right through.
My happiness,
black and blue.
Some of us grow up too fast,
Some of our love just doesn't last,
I wish that I could put it all in my past,
If only my past wasn't written on my arms,
Or beaten into my mind of all the harm.
Each one is a memory of how broken we are,
Each one is a dull, faded scar.
Reminding me of what we truly are.
Say goodnight, let me be.
You were everything I once said I need.
It's a tragedy, love. Honestly.
Like violent death and sad poetry.