Today I can’t sleep
for I have many thoughts…
And the will to express
what may well be lost…
You wanted the facts
and I’ll answer with truth…
But remember I warned you
that tears were my proof.
I’m tired of feeling
so alone and afraid…
I’m tired of hurting
and feeling betrayed…
I’m tired of sickness
yet fighting for life…
In the darkest of moments
I long for a knife.
I struggle with urges
destructive and soothing…
I wrestle emotions
both deadly and moving…
I try to stay calm
and I try to relax…
But it’s hard to stay strong…
and those are the facts.
Perhaps they’re too cryptic;
these poetic answers…
They taunt me and stalk me
as if they were panthers…
They circle around and confuse
and devour…
They force me to choose
and drain me of power.
Yet it must be worth something
(my life) if it’s wanted…
The truth is a jungle
of facts that are haunted.
Written by Jason Wright
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
