Life and pain.

I can’t breath, I can’t find any air.
Where is the light, please take me there.
Suffocation, Salvation.
Neither here nor there.
Somebody save me, I need somebody here.
No one nowhere, nothing to be found.
I sit here dying, laid out on the ground.
The sins of my past, are my burdens to bare.
I ask for forgiviness, I ask to be spared.
The answer I get, is torment and despair.
My life I would give, to breath in fresh air.
I grab at my throat, and claw at my chest.
Why can’t I be normal, just be like the rest.
My path has been chosen, but please no more pain.
I will do what I have to, I live in the rain.
Do I get a say, how I live each day.
Or is this who I am,  do we not choose our fate.
To think is to suffer, for someone like me.
The pain that I feel, I hope the world does not see.
My dreams make me think, my thoughts make me wonder.
Will I find peace, before I’m six feet under.
I wish happy thoughts, for those who are reading.
For I am dying inside, inside I am bleeding.

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  • BoJack454@Triond on Dec 3, 2008

    Very clear and lucid,sadly,I get this.The measure of a pain one feels can never be measured.

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