Sick

I'm sick and tired of feeling like this,

But I've lost all motivation.

I'm slowly sinking into the abyss.

I can try to pull myself up but I'm just too weak and filled with frustration.

I can't give life the satisfaction of death.

I fight everyday to avoid my last breath.

Every second I feel myself being dragged closer.

Closer to the day where I meet my composer.

He pulls all my strings and leads me through this desperate play.

Controlling everything I say and do, every single day.

I dream of the day when I finally defeat him,

But to defeat him is to end myself.

It's a battle that will never be over,

It's a night that I'll never seem to sober.

I'll kill myself to give myself some control.

I lose it all but I gain a single thing.

Freedom from a life that I can't seem to understand.

I just don't understand.

I just don't know what to do.

I just don't understand.

I just don't know what I did to you.

What did I do to deserve this?

Reviews

[Katelyn]

I understand that pain, and the poem expressed tht very well. Every line showed your emotion at the best. I hope everything is going well--stay strong