Despair

Poem#2

It's hard to be around

As if there is a deafening sound.

Ringing in my ears like sirens

Burning my insides, becoming a tyrant.

Splitting my head like a wood mill

I'm running with no direction

running from this troubling infection.

I'm losing my sanity

As it gains on me,

Breaking my limbs

like I'm just a flea

I see you there

With your friends, having no care

You aren't hurting, you aren't churning

This is more than I can bare

Am I the only one who feels like this?

Am I the only one without bliss?

AM I the only one you won't kiss?

am i the only one like this

It's hard to be around.

My ears, My body, MY heart

have all been drowned.