Poem 111

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I cannot seem to stop the hurt in my chest,

I am a mess, but believe I am trying my best.

I am not suicidal, it is my demons I want to kill,

My breath keeps running away whilst I sit still.

What do I do and how do I do it, I have to ask,

But each answer I get is an impossible task.

My body wants to be lifeless so badly,

But I have to keep pushing forward, sadly.

It hurts so much, but what is there to do?

I thought I got better, but my dejection only grew.

My headache is going to drive me insane,

I only wish for a way to rid of this pain.

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