carly bachor Poems
! ! Internal Conflict! !
This deep internal rage burns through my veins.
my internal torture eats me alive.
these thoughts put me in an instant haze of pain.
my dignity has been murdered in an on-slaught war.
these tears plummet down my face with the sting of toxic waste.
my blood-shot eyes give me a new look to my already too-ugly face making it more painful to look at my reflection.
these sensations of death they take over and gain control.
i try to fight back these feelings but just end up deeper in the abyss inside.
with my adreniline rush, heart speeding, hate rage, haze, and acid ...
((End The Game))
This fatal reality
This strong hostility
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings.
Out screaming these lies
Uncovering my cries.
My frost-bitten spirit,
And i can't bare it.