I was once a happy, innocent little
boy,
but now I'm broken and I don't know
why.
All my pain buried deep down inside,
is it any wonder I want to curl up and
die.
Slithers of glass shredding my soul,
craving warmth but feeling only cold.
Knowing how to behave,
but subject to a chaotic emotional
rage.
Who am I because I don't know?
Words spoken in haste,
leaving friendships in a tattered
waste.
Wanting to be accepted I push you away,
why would you want to stay?
Wanting beauty but feeling pain,
even breathing is an awkward strain.
Damaged, reject, pariah,
psycho,
many more names adorn my soul,
I just want to be loved and made whole.
Why has love forsaken me?
Why can't I be set free?
Am I not beautiful?
I am a person after all.
Where is the the love that I deserve?
Instead a meal of vile iniquity I'm
served.
Trapped in the miry clay,
please help me I don't want to stay.
Will I come to my end with despair my
only friend.
Constantly battling the war inside,
God help me because I don't want to die.
I long for a place to call home,
but instead I suffer alone.
Where is the promise of hope?
Am I just a cruel joke?
Darkness comes and envelopes me,
demons screaming to break free.
A war inside my mind,
yet peace and happiness are all I want
to find.
Please deliver me from all this strife,
before the darkness overtakes me and I
take my life.
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