Small Cry for Help
The passion is gone
my hope is lost
this light inside me dies
over and over too many times

I cry myself to sleep
unable to eat
I make myself sick
choking on this

Doubt inside me eating me alive
A hatred knowing no bounds
Black filling my lungs and turning
my tongue defiling what I've built

I'm fucking dying inside
but nobody cares
they all lecture and scream
blinded by life I'm tired
i want to die

escaping my life i fall asleep
dreams of me chase me
I'm tormented inside scaling the walls
searching through cages
for a way out

help me please
help me breathe
drowning myself, tuning out the screams
i cry for some mercy
please set me free

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OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 2/7/2011 6:07:14 PM
To find 'freedom' one only need seek 'service...' - service to those in need. If you wish to 'breath'... be willing to 'give' your breath to those who can not themselves breath. If you wish to swim to safety... exercise your muscles and work through the hurt, the ache, the agony and the pain - you'll live. Perfection is only borne of the fire of sacrifice for others, suffering for the good of humanity, and the desire to work toward a good outcome. Allowing oneself to escaping to the 'Arms of Ease' makes one' slave' to weekness, despair, confusion and continued suffering. Freedom is truly yours - open the door and walk through

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 2/27/2010 6:11:28 PM
Such sadness but you express it well. The desperation is touching and moving. You put it in a way that wants the reader to offer to help you. A very good writing when this happens.

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