Every breath I take feels like my last
The harsh words
The hatred of another
The way a tear runs
It's like a never ending surrender
There are no words
No words that express
That can express how I feel
It's a torture chamber
To live with No hope
The fear of losing
It's a battle I'm afraid I can't win
I will not win
There is no journey I haven't traveled
I'm a the end of my ropes
The everlasting rope
Dripping, Dripping, Dripping with blood
No longer is it water that flows
The blood is now
It's now my defense
The only thing helping me
Helping me stand tall
Is the ability to love
Even though branches
of hell.
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A Midst of Sadness
PoesiaThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
