Pain...
It's consuming me
Breaking me.
Ripping my flesh
Eating my insides.
Crushing my soul.
It hurts
As the tiger keeps preying upon me
Eating me alive
Not caring about what they see
Eating, Ripping, and Breaking
It hurts
As the sun seems to set
And the dark seems to become more known.
It hurts
As freshness of rain drizzles from the sky
However, realizing it's not rain you see
But rather what's inside.
It hurts
The pain
It's coursing too fast
Like it's a rocket-ship happily to take off.
It's biting me.
I don't know what to do anymore.
It's clawing at me.
Blinding my eyesight.
I can just hear the roar.
Could it be the tiger of pain?
Or is it the people of torture?
What else is there for me?
I did everything you asked of me!
Not allowing anger to rage through me.
But yet
Blinded am I
As the sun shines on others.
When will I see?
When will this stop?
It's hurts....
I just want somebody to understand.
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Obstacles
PoetryObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
