hurt

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By Anna Lorena

I am tired I am cold And beyond all things I am scared I have no idea What the hell is coming And that hurts Because I feel Very alone No one knows What it is I am feeling What is raging Within me No one really knows Really understands What my body Is doing to itself And the pain it is The annoying Damn pain So I want to run I want to fly I want to be held I want to get away To someplace A place of dreams Of beauty Of angelic rest Of no schedules Where I can stay home If walking hurts Where I can rest If I just don't want To get out of bed But I cannot Escape is impossible Defeat is inevitable And I am stuck Without understanding And all I want Is one day Without.

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