My pain
My heart will always be hurt
and be in pain.
It will never be heal or purified.
This body is weak so is
my heart and mind.
I try dominating my pain's but
it is no use.
I try to be a person, I try to
pay attention, and I try to
wake up.
I am yelling for help but
no one won't hear me
nor
save me.
I am crying but will not show.
I have a voice but it will not
be heard and now
I have no voice.
My hands want stain blood
but I never kill before.
I want to try though.
My eyes want to see
that person to suffer.
My brain is thinking of
going out of control
and killing.
My hatred, anger, pain,
and sorrow might show
the other side of
me.
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