I do not know which dimension I am existing in
Must be different than what others are on
It is difficult to express
But I feel all alone.
It looks like I am living in circles
Falling back no matter where I start from
Maybe that is why I couldn't find an end
To all these battles that are raging on
Whether I win or lose
Is not a question I seek an answer for?
For this is not the life I chose
And I am hopeless and distraught
I need these battles to stop
They are draining me out
People might not see it
But I am burning inside out
My mind plays the past
Like a film on television
I couldn't stop the film from playing
But I also couldn't change the channel
I try to close my eyes
In hopes of finding some reprieve
And a laugh slips away from my lips
Thinking "oh how naive"
This isn't something I can control
I am starting to realize
I am going crazy
And I am filled with spite.
What did I do to deserve this torture?
Where did I lack in making myself stronger?
I ask this again and again from my creator
What was it that made you decide?
that I should be the sufferer
Time after time I am knocked down
By my own cruel mind
I am both the beauty and the beast
But it isn't a story that I like
I couldn't overpower my beast
It always escapes my bites
Slowly all fight is leaving me
And I don't think I can survive
What good was it coming to this world?
When the pain was all I got
What good was it living for so long?
When I didn't even live the life, I got
Sometimes it's just the coincidence
To find death at your door
But sometimes it is all planned
And I like the latter more
I'll slip away silently
Resigned to my existence
I'll find a path to tread on
The one on which maybe I was always destined.
YOU ARE READING
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.