This Feeling. - Poem by Courtney Annin
Oh god help me to control this feeling.
This horror of death tiptoeing behind me.
When the scars are to much to bare.
Oh god help me to succeed
This dreary aching heart keeps beating
Leaving soreness in my chest.
These thoughts that force my face to frown.
These feelings are not my own.
Yearning for something more
Something worth living for.
Something with no regrets
No screaming or unhappiness
Oh Jesus Christ the lord be thy name
save me please SAVE me!
From the haunting feeling of this place.
Cold and empty holding me embrace.
An empty shell full of shooting thoughts
clashing having pain back brought
Thought it was gone, but only covered by a blanket.
This razor in my hand please take!
I just wanted you to know.
There's a murder in my eyes
and an aching in my heart.
Oh god help me control this feeling! ! !
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