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Apr 2014
I hate the days when pain rains down
Like long forsaken tears and drowns
My every thought and action in a sea of agony
I hate the way those days drag on
Until I feel I can’t go on
While losing all my time with those who mean so much to me
I hate what this **** does to me
I wish the night would smother me
But I know it won’t happen…I’m not going to pretend
I hate it all. I hate it all.
I hate the fact that I hate it all
I hate how much it feels like this is never going to end
An older write, but it fits today, as well as days I have had recently. No matter how I am able to function on any given day, the pain never goes away, and I never quite get used to it. The days that it flares are sometimes like a living nightmare, for no matter what I try to do or focus upon, the pain is there, screaming out, invading every thought and action. With everything it keeps from me and keeps me from being able to do, some days, it is but an exhausting lesson in frustration. This has been one of those days.
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
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