An empty chest
A stomach of pain
Around in my brain
No time to live
Everything I am
I have to give
There's no point
Unless there's love
An endless equation
No one can solve
Day by day
It's all the same
Misery and sarrow
With someone to blame
Are you living?
Or are you surviving?
Combatting mental illness
No courage to get help
Independence is key
Aid is unaffordable
Kindness of the innocent
A beacon of light
Someone to follow
Out of the black night
Just a greasy haired rotting soul who lost the girl of my dreams.
A pathetic weak kid who can't forget.
I've had breakups before, this is brutal agony.
A ghost haunting my wretched soul.
The whole world in my arms, the Girl who Played with Satan.
The irony of a cage fighter and a book nerd.
She was all I had good in this world and no more.
A park where we spent the days.
We laid back against that tree.
I told you to close your eyes as I picked a flower for you.
Its funny how you can remember small moments.
Things you wouldn't expect to think of again.
Whisper in my ear
-sweet velvety verbatim.
Caress my thoughts
Like the leaves beneath my feet
death comes in a grateful theif,
best not to dig a grave ahead of time.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
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