I tried to **** my pain And only brought more I start dying and Im falling Lonesome regrets...and dismay
Im crying, trying Feeling lonely Breathing, being Pure emptyness In the clouded haze Will I live another day? Can I survive the day?
Conflicted by my hearts desire Fueled by my hollow mind's fire Will I survive the day? Can't stand the voices in my head
I'm trying, crying Feeling so lonely Breathing, being So empty In my clouded haze Will I live another day? Can I survive the day?
Where can I find my power? There is where I will stand free From these chains of solitude And this crucifix of agony By letting you take control And pave the road to truly be free We will conquer this insanity And you will lead me to serenity
I'm crying, trying For lifted spirirts Breathing, being No longer empty Will you make this haze fade? Clear these clouds from my day? Will you let me live today?
This poem was inspired by the break between my spiritual side and my physical. I am currently in rehab and recently relapsed about a month ago. In that time I sat down and put words together to figure out where things went wrong.Β Β The answers to my questions were in this poem before i finalized it. Here is the finished work