117

it's been 117 days,

my eyes are wide open

since then i've been trying to reach for help,

to heal my wounds, to live what you call a happy life.

I don’t even recognize between sleep and awake, because in both i still feel the pain.

and i don’t know what is worse

to dream of something i will never have or to live alone surrounded by thousands of people who can’t understand.

just tell me what pill should i buy, to numb the pain i have inside

is really dying the only door,

to get out of this crazy world?

it’s been 117 days,

and still,

not even morphine can take the pain away.

once again i’m looking for help,

to find someone who feels the same.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Desperately Desolate

Great read

Matthew