Nothing Left of Me

My head hurts,
My heart aches,
I look through the medicine cabinet,
For something to take,

The pain doesn't stop,
It only gets worse,
I pour myself a glass,
But I can't quench the thirst,

I try to sleep away the day,
But I only toss and turn,
My eyes wide open,
Tired from the tears, they burn,

I lose control, I suffocate,
It's hard to breathe at times,
The memories hit me hard,
I wonder how I haven't lost my mind,


I'm broken, I've bled out,
There's nothing left of me,
I'm just an empty soul,

All that's left: mere memories.

Reviews

[Odysseus Wanders]

I love poetry that tells a good story. Sometimes i get confused about how to write a 'review', and i think that i am supposed to use a slide ruler somehow... and then i remember, what does it do to me. What happens to me when I read it? Sometimes nothing. And sometimes great flashes highlight my senses something brighter, lending images dear to me, be they pain or joy. And ever did this poem flash me. To a kid walking down a NYC street, stumbling into walls heedless of the tears streaming down his face, for having lost the love of his life; the next nine months, who knew where such tears came from? So i read your wonderful poem, and I become broken hearted again. I become, as you say, just an empty soul for that moment again. So, a good poem that breaks my heart. Weird right. If it didn't break my heart, I probably wouldn't have liked it as much as I did. Its good for me to know that these things too, are ok to feel. Nice write.

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Thank you, Terry. I am so happy you enjoyed it. I'm not happy that even for that moment you were taken back to a sad place, but I get what you are saying. I appreciate your words, immensly!

[Odysseus Wanders]

no, be happy, the poem did its job well... i mean it. I willingly go back in the reading... unless, its supposed to make me happy... which i do not think... poetry saves not only the writer, but the reader as well... so thanks. I needed to hear what your poem said.

[Sporadic Soul]

This one captured my heart. "I'm broken, I've bled out,
There's nothing left of me,
I'm just an empty soul,
All that's left: mere memories."

This is so sad. And I really appreciate this one. great job. keep it up :)

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

What's sad is that it's not just words. A lot of us have experienced this. Thank you for the comment. I truly appreciate it :)

[Alex Ryder]

This is incredible. Good job- you eloquently depict the pain of losing yourself.

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Thank you, Alex! I appreciate the comment, immensely.