When The Pain Can End Poem by Hermione Femalton

There used to be a way,
For me to keep up hope;
There used to be a day,
When I could almost cope.

I used to want a door;
Want to see the sky,
But now I want no more;
I just want to die.

Please, just let me go,
Please, just let me be,
Please, don't hurt me so,
Why do you hate me?

Now my wings are shattered;
I've forgotten how to fly,
My bleeding soul is battered;
Forgot the reason why.

Every day I pray;
That some-how I will mend,
I cling to that one day,
When the pain can end.

(June 2008)