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I hate this feeling of anguish.
Of pain in my chest all the time.
I know it's not a medical condition.
Unless a broken heart can be diagnosed.
Unless you can give me some pill to take to make the ache quit.
I miss someone.
But I no longer know just whom it is I miss.
I'll be frank, when I'm alone in my room I cry.
I let the tears fall because I can't keep it in any longer
I forget why I'm crying in the middle and can't seem to recollect it all.
I'm yearning for someone.
But I cannot aim it to one person.
I cannot think correctly when I try to figure it out.
Aching for something to fill a void that was created long ago.
Aching quietly with no one to tell me what to do with this unfinished puzzle.
Searching in and out of my mind.
It's like a broken maze of barbed wire.
I can't search in certain sections of this place.
Nor can I jump over parts I try to see.
Cuts, bruises, I'm a tangled mess of flesh that's left behind.
Do you know how I feel?
Isn't there someone to help me?
Why is there no one to heal these wounds left by the wire?
When will a person come along and be able to lift me up from darkness?
Insanity, loneliness, stabbing pain, hot tears, warm blood, when will it all stop?
- by VladDi3rdr3 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/08/2009 |
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- Title: I'm...
- Artist: VladDi3rdr3
- Description: Of my depression days.
- Date: 09/08/2009
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