I feel so guilty
I feel so bare
I feel as if I’m dieing
From how much I care
I can’t help but want
To help all my friends
But this hurting inside
Must come to an end
I have no emotion
With my outside stare
But deep in my soul
Stands a devils glare
He rips me to shreds
Like a lawyer gone mad
Tearing at my wall
Showing my sad
I don’t want to let
Anyone know
How much I can’t stand this
How much I wish to go
I am suicidal
Shocking but true
And not only alone
Do I feel so used?
I drown in my weakness
I bleed in my shame
I find a way to calm me
And discover only blame
But I will stay silent
Even when I am loud
And maybe when I die
I might draw a crowd
I find most poetry is written from the heart. It seems to mean much more for the poet and the reader. There are those of us who stare out across the cynders of the world with naked eyes, knowing ourselves and too much else besides......a very heartfelt piece Rebecca........Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love you. amazing poem.