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2 months ago · · A poem,
I don't like to go anywhere or be anywhere
I am to much to bear
I am a disaster hanging on a string
I hang all day long but never die
I lose my air supply
but can only cry
I fall in and out of each day
I pay the price it costs to stay
trapped but living some way.
Why am I alive?
I am strung up by I survive
with just enough sense to know I am broken
My pleas for help go unspoken
For this pain is what I have brought
I am the disease that leaves me to rot
I am the cause, the root, the poison
,the string that keeps me hanging here
Here in the darkness where no one can see
the sad little lady swaying from a tree
It is agony to hang here
but fear oh the fear
it won't let go
I fear what I do not know
Death is the only thing that keeps me alive
But I am not strong enough to strive
Strive to cut the rope and fall to the ground
To go search for all the joy that can be found
I have not motivation to try my best
All I truly want is rest.