Frustration

How do I know where to go?

Do I go high, or do I go low?

Sometime I don’t know what to do,

Where or when will I get the break through?

Can you please leave me alone?

You die into my flesh as a broken thorn,

Sometimes I go right, I go left,

Even sometimes the food is too hard to digest,

My head explode with pressure,

Weather there is a galaxy where air is lesser,

When my heart pains and my body ache,

And I don’t know how much more I can take,

I quiet down inside myself,

To hide my hurt, my strife, my pain, my lonely frustration.

Author's Note

another one of Charlin's drawings to my poems hope u enjoy it !