The Pain Unforgotten.

I am writing this for a contest.

The pain I can feel,

it stabs like a knife,

the death I want,

comes not without sacrifice,

the hunger for emptiness,

that devours my soul,

it fills me like a leaden weight,

this pain I am feeling,

it will not leave me,

I long for the time,

when I could live life free of worry,

but not now, no,

I have matured beyond all of my fourteen years,

you look at me now as if,

as if I were a child,

you need to know,

if my words shan't flow,

and none of your ideas,

do fly,

that the pain I feel,

is not your fault,

for I sprinkle my opinions with not sugar, but salt.

Reviews

[Ashley]

not a bad poem your a good writer an see that you feel pain i hope things get better for you