In the deepest pits of a personal hell,
The life I live now there awaits me.
Tensions and stresses that never abate,
There the debts, and the fear, and hate be.
Death would not release the hold
That my pains grip ever so tightly.
There is no escape from ones personal hell,
When thy personal hell is within thee.
You scratch and claw but never get out;
You can yell, and scream and screech.
But it's inside your head that the true hell began.
There's no surface for your head to breach.
You've got to fix the insides,
So to you I do beseech:
Fill that pit that's in your head,
And make a ledge to reach.
It doesn't have to be this hard;
It doesn't have to hurt so much.
The lines don't have to be so long,
Your misery your crutch.
Take life day by day,
If even just inside your head.
One day you'll find yourself okay,
On the right side of the edge.
The deepest pits of a personal hell,
They can be filled in, slowly.
And even if "better" is only a bit,
It's a better I want you to show me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
