Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Butterfly, Apr 27, 2013.

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  1. Butterfly

    Butterfly Sim Addict Staff Alumni SF Author SF Supporter

    I'm not myself today.
    I haven't been for a long while.
    It hurts to breathe,
    It pains to live.
    All I want to do is cry,
    But I can't.
    I'm broken.
    There is no fixing me.
    There is no hope of a brighter tomorrow.
    All I can do is hide.
    There is no magic cure,
    There is no magic pill.
    A ball and chain,
    Determine my days.
    A prisoner of myself.
  2. LookingForTheLight

    LookingForTheLight New Member

    Me too. I keep pulling up out of the darkness... just into the dawn, not really bright sunshine, ya know? Then the littlest thing from they guy that is my trigger, and I fall back into this deep dark pit and all the shit feels brand new again. I'm so, so tired.....
  3. soulreaper

    soulreaper Well-Known Member

    great poem I love it, sounds like something I would write so I can relate to it.
  4. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    Hope you are feeling better
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