One man's anguishA Poem by jwestbro11One man’s anguish I am a sick b*****d. What was I thinking? I should have never looked at her that way. I wish I didn’t do my nightly ritual. I don’t like this anymore. I’m crying out for help but no one is hearing. I have an invisible sickness not seen by most. I want to be a dependable person. I want to be the people who ask for advice not the parasite that I am. I don’t enjoy this anymore. I haven’t in years but it has a permanent hold on me. Take out this cancer someone anyone. The urge is too strong I can’t fight this anymore it is too strong. If I don’t do it on a nightly basis my flesh rebels. I haven’t been able to sleep well this might be the cause. It used to help it. It would help me but now I feel as though it is the cause of my pain. The depth of this is unending. I am my own worst enemy. Lord help me I ask and ask and no relief. I am tired of killing myself. I am tired of convicting me of my sins. I just want my freedom. How can I ever be of the lord when I keep destroying myself? I need an end but it is endless. I wish I knew how to stop this help me. Lord why are you putting me though this. Now my blood is on your hands. © 2012 jwestbro11 |
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2012 Last Updated on April 24, 2012 Authorjwestbro11marion, OHAboutI am a born again christian with a passion for writing. I am a little bit on the nerdy side and am genually considered fat. I am blunt person with a bad temper. more..Writing
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