Words From The Heart (Poetry)

My Haunting Memories...

I'm tired,

tired of the haunting dreams that are constantly embedded into my mind.

There never ending,

The dreams that remind me so much of my past.

I'm tired of the fear that you will leave,

that I'd have no shoulder to cry on,

no one to tell me I'd be okay.

I'm afraid, understand that.

I'm tired of living,

tired of waking up in the morning realizing I survived the night,

realizing I would have to survive another day in this hell.

My eyes opening in the morning is already hell enough.

I'm tired of not being strong enough,

not strong enough to pull the trigger to the gun,

to pop the pills on my bed side,

I'm tired of being afraid to die.

I'm tired of the red lines on my wrist,

of the purple spots on my ribs,

of the finger prints on my neck;

I'm tired of my constant fear of you.

It's a constant memory,

your face still haunts my dreams.

You made me this way,

you made me want to die.