Worst Enemy

How I feel, honestly.

Can someone hold me and let me cry?
Can someone hold me back from wanting to die?
I have these thoughts, running rampant through my head.
They are screaming into my ears, wishing I was dead.
They are out of control, they are causing chaos.
It seems though that is there goal.
To cause my life to back down into a hole.

If they win, will it finally be peaceful?
Will the long nights end?
Can I finally stop and make amends?
I need someone, anyone to lend a hand.
Lead me some where new, where I can stand.
All on my own, happy and free.
To stop the break downs and the pleas.

Though my worst enemy is me.
Nothing right is going to ascend.

Author's Note

Meh, nothing good.

Reviews

[NoAirToBreatheXSuffocat..]

Of course it's good! And it's something people can relate too, as well, brilliant.

-Amanda

[HoneyHoneyMomo]

exactly!!

[KAREN]

The poem is very well written! And many people can relate to it!