It's painful
LIFE
A tired and dazed crowd senses blood
They don't care who wins
They just want a good fight
At 2:00 A.M. the battle was in its final rounds
The unused prescriptions end the fight
The words I wrote resonate with me
Suicide-a permanent solution to a temporary problem
But the words rang hollow to me
I had lost everything
There was nothing left
No reason to live
Death could push out overwhelming pain
And
Myself
YOU ARE READING
Push Out The Pain
ПоэзияWhile I was in the hospital, they had us write blackout poetry and this is what I came up with. The novel was called: The Walk by Richard Paul Evans.
