I check my pulse to see if I'm alive
If I'm still human.
My heart still pounds
But my mind is ruined
It is tainted with thoughts of pain
And suffering
All because my thoughts are composed
Off the idea that I will forever feel
Nothing.
I have a sick heart
I have a sick mind
It shows on my skin
There is nowhere to hide
My body is tainted along with my soul
Will I forever walk this lonely road?
It sounds very selfish to only think of
Myself but when my thoughts wander
Off they seem to hurt someone else.
This seems to be my curse
And it seems the only remedy I could
Find is telling my story through
These "poetic" lines.
/k.p./
