Dying Inside

I find my self breathing
Though inside I know I'm dying

I feel like I'm drowning at sea
This life just not feeling me

Guess my luck is running out
Lately all I feel is nothing but doubt

My friends they worry about my behavior
They say I'm acting way out of character

At night I can't sleep
This misery is getting real deep

Saying things will get better,
Smiling to myself

Screaming on the inside, bitter
Because I'm lying to myself

I Can't recognize the man in the mirror, f**k,
I must be living in the days of horror

Now I'm hearing voices in my head,
telling me I'd be better off dead

Lord help me out of this great despair
Wondering if my prayers you even hear

Author's Note

Something I wrote a long time ago

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

The hardest thing in life is to lose someone you love. Your eloquent words are despairing and raw. Your pain bleeds on the page. Your poem is personal and honest with good form, flow, cadence and rhyme. You are so talented and have so much to live for. Stay strong and pray. Blessings...

[Daz]

Thank your for the kind words... I really appreciate that. I think you are super talented also. Blessings to you too :)

[Chris]

lotta life in the lines you dropped... and each has a razor's edge.

[Daz]

I appreciate the read and review Chris.

[Chris]

Anytime Rem... anytime.