Inner Hope

Tears upon my pillow, As the pain from past days, Comes back to me again. My screams break through the night, As memories I fight. Like bombs dropped within past wars, My mind explodes As the torture grows. So many years, I have felt self pity, Never knowing the feeling, Of self love. Only feeling self hate. To the mirror I would look, Hat the sight of my reflection, My life without direction, Suicide my intention. Within the bath I'd like, More tears, I would cry. From pill's I'd drift to sleep. Then under the water I would die, Tears washed forever, From my tired eyes.