I walk around these halls,
Feeling more dead than alive.
I don't want to be here at all,
I'm just praying I'll survive.
Nothing makes sense to me,
Everything is engulfing me.
Will you save me from myself
I'm scared of myself.
I'm scared of what I'll do,
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm lost in this world of fear.
I don't think you can save me.
I'm too far gone,
There's no going back,
The pain has just begun
Where am I at?
What world am I in,
Where have you taken me?
Why can't I awake from this,
This is a nightmare, please help me!
This is a mistake,
I don't belong here,
I think I'm dead.
Is this actual hell?
The devil took me away,
He calls this my home.
I do not like it here,
But I have no choice.
I can't get away from him,
He won't let me go.
I don't understand this,
What did I do to deserve this?
YOU ARE READING
Withered Roses
PoetryThis is a book of some of my darker poems.... Although none of my poems are about roses whatsoever, I thought it was a clever, metaphorical title.
