Poetry

Pain

Is it just a word or is it now is it the thing that wakes me shakes my soul to the bone making me get angry saying I'm OK when I'm not OK wishing to be dead before I spread my words a third of my soul is covered in soil trying to reach for the light you know I'm not alright and I'm trying to be bright and I'm trying to be alright but this pain a constant main trying to compare it too being lame I'm definitely sane but am I sane wishing to be dead so many times when I'm praying for a better life tomorrow all I feel is sorrow and pain this world chewed me up and spat me out and I'm afraid I gave in welcome to hell this is only the start to something so not cool trying to see life in these shoes wasted and bruised can you help me now no I'm afraid so I'm done living like this something hast to change. this pain.