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Aug 2016
Trickling slowly
Back to the front of my mind
This sadness erupts
Tearing my mind apart
So painful it cuts
My already Fractured heart
How do I live?
How do I continue?
What do I do!?

Nothing....

There's nothing I can do
Every time
I try to find
Any sign
To free my mind
But I'm out of time...

Dreaming of a place
Where tears don't stain my face
Where every hello
Is a forced courtesy
How does one cope
When his job is to make people happy
But inside
No happiness resides...

My soul is tortured
Beaten
Bruised
And broken
And all of the words I've spoken
Are unheard
Worse
They are ignored

I am ignored

I am pain.
Steven Forrester
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Steven Forrester  32/Non-binary/Tucson, AZ
(32/Non-binary/Tucson, AZ)   
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