Better Days

My first work I wrote for this site depicting inner pain and how writing has always been and will always be my therapy.

I sit as I await better days while my mind and soul seem to stray further away.
The Pain i express has left endless scars and yet shown me the way, while I sit and wait for better days.
Daily I'm losing traction hurting loved ones not by words but by lack of actions.
My world seems divided into many sections as I enter deeper and deeper states of depression.
I attempt to pull myself together only to come up short yet I never quit, give up, NEVER.
To express my pain through words, To a judgmental observer it may seem absurd to me it's therapy so I care less about what you heard.
I'm here today and still pray for better days.
As each day comes to an end false friends and bloodlines filled with hatred
I gather myself my thoughts become sacred I'm sort of like Houdini watch me escape it.
Close my eyes the soul cries yet when I wake I will pray for better days.

Author's Note

I would love all feedback positive and negative as I hope to grow as a writer.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

WOW man!!! I can relate to this fully. This can describe to the tee!!! I come from a hard life,grew up on the streets of L.A. I have many pains and sufferings. Juan I hope you keep writing brother. You write from the heart. I respect that.Not saying that everyone else here doest write from the heart. But I can relate to your writing.Good to meet you brother. Thanks for joining my group DARK REALM. Throw your writings up on our group site man.let other people read your writing...

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending the most.