Alone, deep inside my head;
Pushing me to the brink of death.
My thoughts alone are crushing me;
Why doesn't anyone see the pain I bring.
Pain, Fury, Death, and Sadness;
Mixed with hopes and dreams for happiness.
I arise from the dead, and then fall back on my face;
Haunting memories of my hurtful past, I'd like to erase.
Alone in this world, no one could ever understand,
I know your here for me, but please put aside your helping hand.
For you can't save the damaged, and you can't fix the broken;
So many words I've left unspoken.
Soon one day I will finally see;
If I lead the life, you chose for me.
Inside our heads is where we are the strongest.If we do not give the strength a direction, it becomes a poison that weighs us down and kill us, slowly and silently. Whatever the situation is, listen carefully to yourself, your thoughts I mean. We all know what is best for us deep within our thoughts, we just usually need someone to direct us and affirm that we are thinking the right thing. I hope you find relief from whatever battle you are fighting with your thoughts. And by the way, your poetic skill with which you wrote this is exceptional, do keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past is part of you, no matter how good or bad. I really liked this passionate write.