Plight of my life

I wrote this poen when reality struck me really hard that all those people i thought are closed and important to me, hurt me and left me to suffer alone in pain through the never ending darkness.

Its been with me, for a past few days,

adding to my miseries in every possible way.

Holding me back from being me,

trying to hit me, deep beneath.

Makes me lonely, even in the crowd,

feels like i am the only odd one out.

Have no reason, then why is it still with me,

suffocating and making me beg to let me breath.

All this pain without a reason,

all this suffering as if i am a treason.

For them its just a small thing,

to say anything and then leave.

But it stabs me deep inside and leave me bleeding,

cause even their words are like knife tearing me to pieces............

Author's Note

ignore the grammer problem as when i wrote it i was feeling aweful about everything and everyone, with noone to vent out how i feel, this poem was the only option. Really like to know about your comments.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem. I dislike like back stabbers and naysayers. People who hide behind fake face and words. I like the reasons and thoughts for the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Misha]

Thank you for the review

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.