6 Feet Under
My soul is in pieces
My heart is broken
My emotions are swirling around the drain
How can I fix this
Bump in my road
When I can see no way out
I'm stuck in a hole
A hole in the ground
6 feet deep I should say
I am screaming and screaming for help
But none has come my way
Years of therapy has done nothing
Nothing for my internal pain
When I say I am fine
Can't you hear the sarcasm in my speech
Can't you hear the tears behind my quivering voice
Can you hear my scream for help
When I feel all alone
Nothing is alright
Nothing will ever be alright
At least that's what I say
But it doesn't help me stay for another day
As my canvas is covered in red
I see myself living not dead
But one day that vision won't be true
I'll be dead before you even know it
I'll be gone and you'll be fine
Goodbye my friends goodbye
Copyright © Eve Winfield | Year Posted 2018
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