A cold sorrow
Aches in the soul
Of my bones.
A numbing reality
Has come to
Power in my heart.
My mind is
Broken in despair,
Disbelief.
The hate that
Hangs, mocking me,
In the air
Is too elusive to
Grasp and strangle.
I’m too hollow for
The tears to flow
Outward,
So they just form
A puddle deep inside me,
That drowns
My will
And desire to live.
Age 17
Aches in the soul
Of my bones.
A numbing reality
Has come to
Power in my heart.
My mind is
Broken in despair,
Disbelief.
The hate that
Hangs, mocking me,
In the air
Is too elusive to
Grasp and strangle.
I’m too hollow for
The tears to flow
Outward,
So they just form
A puddle deep inside me,
That drowns
My will
And desire to live.
Age 17