Suffering

This is more of a song than a poem; I do sing it and all.

I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding

Just can't seem to shake it off

Feel like I am dying

Trying to sort out all my feelings

And what do you expect?

How can I protect my soul?

 

I'm breathing, I'm breathing

But every breath hurts me more

Like a hole making me sore

Trying to fix it up once more

What do people expect

After everything I've bet (and lost)?

 

And I know I'm a mess,

And I can't help but confess

The things I am not guilty for

I know, I'm not strong

I know I'm doing everything wrong

Just hope I ain't dragging you down with me

I'm suffering, everyone can see

 

I cannot foresee

The next page of the story

But it ain't gonna be anny worse

Because it couldn't get any worse...

Author's Note

This isn't a poem; it's a song.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, this is so powerful... full of emotion... such a depth of pain... Your writing is brilliant and bittersweet...