About dealing with about an indescribable amount of physical pain as well as emotional and mental pain.
Forced forever I’ve got to try and deal
With the torture chamber in my head.
One created so that I’m doomed to fail.
So unrelenting and vicious,
That not event the sickest most demented
Soul would attempt to make real.
Still following the same devious
Pattern, impossible to prepare
For the next higher level of intolerable pain.
Living this battle of nonstop torture,
Just one minute of mine,
Would be enough to drive any other insane.
While inhumane agony continues in my head.
Forever the depth of hopelessness
And depression are endless needs not go unsaid.
My lifelong struggle for a moment of happiness,
Seemingly will forever lie dead.
A different type of hell fought daily, every morning I dread.
As usual, the always winning intolerable side gets fed.
Thoughts I intellectually know to be irrational,
Still end up to haunt my every thought.
My own personal never ending pictograph seamlessly streams
In front of me, even a single moment of peace is so desperately sought.
Unpredictable anxiety and panic attacks and insomnia make any quality of life
Near nonexistent, for years I’ve fought.
Sleep not something taken for granted,
Filled with drugs and still never a ray of hope.
Awake for what seems forever,
Too much time to think,
Too much time, I can no longer cope.
Everything combined creates an indescribable toxic, lethal combination.
Somehow I’m contently waiting for the all too probable day,
When I’ll signal my final salutation.
Until that fleeting day that my hellish tail finally ends,
I’ll continue to fight and struggle, sadly that’s all the advice I have to lend.
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