Pain
Sickness in my stomach
Hell in my pathway
Abused in my prime
No care
No soul
In the world of mystic materialism
To hide the way I feel
No tears on the outside
But dying inside
Thinking I'll be dead by morning
Praying they'll hear my screams
1 million miles away
I got it good
I got it made
Only for me to stay
One word and it's my last day
At least that's what they say
Survival is just a word
But living is an option
What can you do?
What should you do?
I don't owe an apology
Only owe love
To think the pain will stay
That's all I have to say
This poem is about:
Me