Dying inside
I hide behind closed doors
It's a chore to even breathe
I dont believe
that any day that I've prayed
the lord has heard my pleas
Dying inside
A life full of regret and broken dreams
It seems so easy to just give up
Live up
to what people expect
and accept that I'm nothing
Dying inside
Along with my pride
I let fate lead the way
But I paid for sins that weren't mine
And then got abandoned
And landed right back
in the dark I tried leaving behind
I've experienced this in the past.... well-written.. Keep writing
This poem is so exactly how I'm feeling right now. It's really good! Keep writing! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dying inside is almost spiritual death. I think it's not easy to just give up and live up to what people expect. Nice poem, Kirsty.