I don't know what to do with my life
What ties to cut with a bloodied knife
Where to go or whom to love
How not to fall from so high above,
Or how to get back up from falling
I've never had my own calling.
Over and over I've been played and played
My heart has gone black, withered and decayed
I can't feel anything, but I feel everything
A hole in my sole, pain is nothing but is everything
Lonely and solely, sad and a horrible being, I am only
Do I wait or do I go?
Is it a heavy weight, or am I simply being told no?
I am lost and lonely, I can't take this only
Nobody wants me even as a friend,
My pain will not bend.
Falling back into the grasps of addiction
Such a horrific prediction
I'm just alone and lost,
Whom should I trust, what will be the cost?
It can't be worse than Hell,
But every time it's the only story I tell.
Where do I go? Should I go? How do I go?
I'm confused, unable to spark the fuse
Bottle inside and try to hide
I keep everything in my heart,
Perhaps that's the reason for it's tearing apart
Or all of the ones that have broken it and played,
Or most likely it was because of myself, the price was paid
Karma has taken it's toll, and I can't tell if it's cold
I just need help, I want it to stop
I want the Hell inside to drop
Somebody to love, to trust
Not for me to them, but for them to me
I want to remember again
What it's like,
To be free..
11/14/16
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoetryTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...