hurt, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:59:36 UTC

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