Killing the pain
By Fiona Cummings
Peeling off my mask
Scraping through my skin
Until I bleed
How long will the pain last
Questioning my creed
Why do my tears flow so fast
How do I stop hating myself
To me happiness is wealth
And my life is poverty
An yet reality
As the days turn to nights
And the cobalt
covering blocks out the lights
It’s hard to see the sun
To numb the loss for fun
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Knowing I should run
But having no energy
Waiting for a catastrophe
Existing is a misery
A future full of history
Drowning in tears I have cried
My cells have been anesthetised
And my soul has been hypnotised
Allow me please to take the pill
For a revolutionary cure
For my pain to be killed
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