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By Mercy Echenique Date: 2009 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.24.19.55.15850]] |
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Sometimes I feel so unloved, so hated, I just feel so frustrated. I am physically and mentally beat, I am full of so much rage and heat. Sometimes I get thoughts of killing, Committ murder, pass me a knife, I'm willing, With hate my heart is filling. Why am I treated as an outsider in my own house, Cornered and kicked like a mouse. This place is not a home. Trapped behind a door, unable to roam. I don't mind if there's blood on my hand, I'll just escape to some other land, Hide deep within the waters and sand. Sometimes I just want to die, I can't handle this pain, Its driving me insane. I hate this feeling of isolation, I really do need some consolation. Don't they know how much I'm going through, I'm stressed, Don't they know I only want to be loved and caressed. Your hurtful words make me cry, Cry so much just hope I'll die. My heart is whithering away into the wind, I'm being suffocated, held down, pinned, Is this what happens when you've sinned? Are you happy now? My soul is dying, I will stop fighting, I will stop sighing. There's no use in trying. There's no use in a friend, For my life is coming to an end. I give up, kill me now, I don't care where, when, or how. Just rid me of this pain, Leave me covered in blood, slained, Just like a dragon, my flames with diminish, My life has come to an end, final breath, and finish. |