This pain consumes me,
It’s like fire, burning me.
It takes me over until
There is nothing left
But ashes.
I can’t take this very
Much longer, and
No one even knows.
I hate what I’ve become,
And I hate what I’ve done.
It will soon be over,
This pain that consumes me,
And it won’t even matter
What I am or the monster
I’ve become.
I soon heal, and
These scars are still here,
But these are still visible,
And I can’t even be myself
Once again.
Then it begins again,
And I go through the
Same old thing,
It’s just a different day right?
This monster I’ve become
Buries itself deep,
And emerges when I’m
Most vulnerable.
And I start the cycle
Again, but this time,
I fall deeper into myself,
Scar by scar I peel myself apart,
Waiting for a savior, anyone to help.
The help will never come,
But I will continue to wait,
Unless it is too late, and
I have fallen too deep for
Anyone to save me.
YOU ARE READING
Endless Days *Completed*
PoesíaA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!