Pain do not drown me, I can't breath.
Why can't you just let me be?
The stabbing pain is letting me know, love I will not gain.
Why do you burden me with this anxiety?
Why do you condemn me for loving him?
My impure thoughts are a sin, but why must I pay with all this pain?
This pain is slowly driving me insane.
Why can't I achieve some happiness? Why was our love such a mess?
I love him, pain!
I want him, pain!
I need him, pain!
I'm bleeding and I'm crying and slowly pain I'm dying,
'Thanks to you I can not live. I have no one my love to give.
Pain I'm dead and yet you are still here.
About the Creator
Jackie Sagastume
I am 35 years old and I have been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I love to express myself through words and find that writing is a coping mechanism for me because my life is complicated.
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