The Images

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The images they never stray

Haunting my mind day by day

Every time they appear

They make the blood seem so clear

A heavy feeling of suicide

I am so close to decide

To take my life I am going to try

So sick of the nights I stay up and cry

The images they drive me insane

Creating such an unbearable pain

Flashing through my mind every hour

With an image that is oh so sour

Wanting to pound my head off of a wall

Nothing here to catch me for when I fall

Lost in a forest so dark and decaying

The words I spoke I am betraying

The images they are killing

Reminding me of the blood I'm spilling

Beaten and broken down again and again

Nothing is the same as it was back then

Never do I stop seeing

I am such a horrible human being

Comfort needed by the one I love

But I am nothing you are made of

If you make the impossible decision

Then maybe you could stop my visions

3/23/15

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