poetry? or life?

trust, love & less hope

its painful and hurt like hell

the thing is I don't know what to do

do I run, scream, or yell?

I hold it back

dragging it like a sake

the fact of the matter is ......?

I don't know

what I do know is that the pain & misery of my life,

of what I've been trying to forget

is what makes urs pleasurable

I am physically & mentally unable

unable to understand, deal or comprehend, nor am I stable

I think of the times I have disrespected

but the insults where more then just said