The Innocence Was Never There


At least it would be over,
Because there was no way to cope anymore
Could anyone handle this much pain?
Debase, is that what I am?
Everyday, feeling guilt
Fear was inevitable
God isn't real
He wouldn't do this to me
I can't take it
Just let me go
Kill me already
Laceration begins
My life is worthless
No one understands my pain.
Odious, is that all I am?
Pacing my room
Questioning life.
Retrogression.
Sanguine, no more am I.
Tactrium, that's all I am.
Ultimatum, I want to be happy.
Virulent.
Wan.
Xanax, no longer working.
Yearning for someone, anyone.
Zenith, no longer there.

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