A Living Hell Poem by Kyle Delaney

To see the world through my eyes is to see the world as hell. I am always being tortured by my thoughts, by my actions, by my past, by my reality. Fake smiles burn my face as I try to hide from my life and chase a better tomorrow that never comes. I can only see what I fear and I can only think about what pain, torture, and suffering the next minute of my life will bring and how much it has already brought. I fight against time and fate trying to change what hell it will bring but all I do is lose time and change fate for the worse. I feel most included when I’m alone but when I am alone, my true emotions come out and haunt me and slowly kill me. When you start to feel like no one in the world gives a damn about you and your life, you start to feel like there is nothing to lose, like you have fallen to far and to hard to get back up. To live a day in my life is to live a day in hell. My life is a living hell.