I sit alone in this dark box living in my own personal hell.
I scream out loud but you can't see me and you refuse to hear me.
What is this emptiness I feel and where did it come from?
I don't know what it is but it eats away at my insides
like maggots on a rotting corps.
Thats what I am, dead on the inside,
a body that breaths and a heart that beats,
but there is no life and there is no hope.
It's wretched agony.
The blood that flows through my vains is pain
and every shallow breath I take is filled with dispair.
So just let me die for I am already dead.
Save me from this life of wretched agony that I have lived
I look inside my head
When I gathered my thoughts
I saw something was missing
Something...I couldn't think about
Maybe, it's because
It's hard to miss, or ponder
Things...that you don't have
But is it a sin...to wonder?
It use to sicken me
People holding hands, in love
I couldn't watch for long
Only looking to myself for comfort
Trusting no one
Heart hardened, strength at it's peak
Alone in my own private Hell
Fires gnawing at my flesh, it burns so deep
The burns mean something
Loss of that gathered strength
Till my flesh is a fine paste
And there's nothing for anyone
Anyone but me can see it
Many have felt the same pain
Now I want what I can't have
To ease this, make this monster go away
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