The pain ignites setting ablaze my insides
There is fire in my eyes and I breath flames
I hug my knees to my chest, just say goodbye
This inferno won’t be tamed, I can’t be saved
Night becomes day and still I rage
There is so much hurt in my heart and a lot of shit to say
But these words are locked in a cage
No key, only a strong breeze fueling this bad energy
I love you, I hate you, come here, leave me be!
I’m struggling and stressing, trying to learn this lesson
Faith and hope are slipping, the light is missing
I’m running and hiding and fighting and dying
I’m burning and crying, I’m blind but I’m trying
I’m choking on smoke and bleeding from the fire, I’m tired.
Picture From: https://www.pinterest.com/arrantzy/the-girl-on-fire/
Using words as a form of expression; a creative outlet.
I wake up everyday feeling dead inside // Am I dead or am I dying // I’m always running and hiding // I’m always searching and seeking, questioning and weaving // Why is everyone always leaving?
How do I fix this? How do I not miss? I’m so sick of this shit.
Head, heart, life’s a mess // cant get away from this stress // I’m so fucking depressed // Been feeling so tired, so wired, so numb // turning to the bottle and dealing with less.
Can’t give up, can’t quit- but I don’t want to wake up// it’s so hard to give a fuck.
Between a cliff and a blade’s edge, a rock and a hard place // which way to go // I don’t know, I don’t know… I DON’T KNOW.
Feeling too much and falling too deep // losing piece after piece that I’m trying to keep // I need sleep.
Trying to hunt down my demons but feeling like prey // world on my shoulders, I am not okay // Red falling like rain in the cold light of day // will you miss me when i’m gone // it’s better off this way.
I was considered quite creative during my school years. I used to enjoy trying my hand at poetry. Things have been up and down and back and forth for a while now. I wrote this poem in December. The first poem I’ve written in years. Continue reading “A poem from yours truly.”