poem: Deep
So many heart aches,
Pains deep inside,
So many days go by,
When I thought I was ready to die,
But when is it really the time,
Alone cocaine line,
Addicted inside,
To the air around,
On my knees,
Huddled on the ground,
The blood filled my eyes,
With each tear inside,
It swirled above,
In my head,
The fear of it all,
Is nothing but lead,
Soaking inside,
An empty shell,
Fires burn slow,
But never extinguish,
The pain inside,
Feels like a million cuts,
The blood on my clothes,
Soaks to the bone,
And leaves me sick,
In the bitter cold,
Who am I?
To understand and believe,
And know this life has more,
I am lost to myself,
And dying inside,
Who do I go to?
And who do I hold?
The realization of the sudden truths,
Mean only one thing,
A lonely stool,
Looking out my window,
It is always closed,
The freedom outside,
Is not where I will go?
Who cares anymore?
Who really tries?
In this entire life,
Everyone only wants to see me die.