Death.
It seems so much easier than life,
Often times I think of it,
It brings me comfort in my strife.
Pain.
A feeling well-known to me,
A feeling I dare not forget,
It's hidden so your eye cannot see.
Heartbreak.
Another feeling I know well,
I have no other person to blame,
Nobody but myself.
Stupidity.
Exhibited by me,
I've tried but cannot stop myself,
So stupid I will be.
Ignorance.
A lack of knowledge,
With whom this does apply,
It holds my mind hostage.
These and more I know well,
These feelings I've claimed as mine.
My mind screams for sweet, sweet release,
But it is release I cannot find.
