Anger.
Frustration.
Sorrow.
False hope.
Flowing.
Flowing through the limp machine
Called my body.
Eyes.
My eyes see but do not understand.
They read the words
but it is the heart
that wishes they weren't true
The mind tries to be strong
with quotable reminders
But.
Darkness returns.
A knife.
skin.
blood.
just me and my addiction.
who thought a household item
would be my futurable
end?
I have tried to hide it
stop it
prevent it
talk it out
Nothing can stop.
Loneliness fills me.
Well things ever change?
My body is a monster
my mistakes are left all over it
like sick reminders
of my patheticness
Help.
Help me fight the darkness.
Tears fall.
I try to scream
but it gets lost in the air.
I give up
wondering when.
where.
who.
what.
will something change?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can only hope something changes. I do like this poem. Nice style.