Tomorrow?, by Pocket516 Subscribe to rss feed for Pocket516

Rapid breathing 
Mental bleeding 
Stare at the ceiling 
No hope for healing 
Fuck this place 
Fuck these people 
Leaders can rape me 
Take my faith and freedom 
But you cannot have me 
My heart is peaceful 
Lie here longer 
Two hours, three hours 
Mindset stronger 
Stress me out 
Beat me down 
Caught up in frustration 
No final destination 
Cannot rest, but always worry 
Wish my pulse would fade 
Wish my vision turned blurry 
Leave me here, quiet and alone 
I need some rest 
Either tonight or forever 
Then I can wonder 
If tomorrow might have been better
Posted: 2011-06-28 23:09:04 UTC

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