The pain has become deeper now
It hurts from somewhere inside
Somewhere, where no one can reach, not even I
Somewhere, where the pills and potions don't work
The pain has been dragging me ever since
With each wound, I made on my skin
I went in deeper and deeper, until I was submerged
The blood flows down my fair skin, not so fair anymore
Even this pain, betrays me sometimes
It denies me solace, the wounds don't want to be there
Where they now are
Am I not even entitled to feel the pain
The wounds slowly disappear, but nothing else does
Everything else remains just the way they were
Dancing with joy on their victory , I died
With my dead existence
My worth negligible like the being of a feather
My whole body aches with the cruelty I've showed myself
In whom should I look for salvation, in me or someone else
Or should I leave all this and wait for the death, that I'll have to embrace
Death, of what I ponder?Soul or mind
Soul's been dead, sometime ago,mind that I've lost
What's left of me, is this living carcass
Why can't you come to me and take me out from this hell
Why do I have to be sizzled in this heat
Can't somebody relieve me of this pain?
The pain is now even deeper, can't take it anymore
Find me a spot, where I can draw another wound
In hope to set my soul free, though in vain
What good can this suffering bring me?
I'm not God's child, I'm just a human
Don't make me walk, all the way up
With thorn embedded crucifix
Hang me, or stab me, that's way faster
Than this never ending torture
The pain is deeper now
My vulgarity has hit its rockbottom.
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Issues
Poetrywe all have problems in our lives. but the only problem is that our problems seems like problems to us, while to others - we are just having issues, that will go away. but do they go away? how do we feel? only we feel, the issues, that's another pro...
