S.A.D. (Scared, a Dead Soul, Degraded)

Scared, Exhausted, Alone
Scared of your abuse; physically, verbally, and mentally
Exhausted from the stress
Alone; no friends, no one to listen…


A Dead Soul, Cold, Heartless
A dead soul walking this dark world
Cold to the touch
Heartless to emotions…


Degraded, Brittle, Apprehensive
Degraded by your words
Brittle to the bone
Apprehensive to the outcome

Scared of your abuse
A dead soul walking this dark world
Degraded by your words

Exhausted from the stress
Cold to the touch
Brittle to the bone

Alone; no friends, no one to listen
Heartless to emotions
Apprehensive to the outcome
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace