This Life I Am
I stood there and watched,
as this life passed me by.
I slowly cut away
every bit of pain with
this dull knife.
No longer does it hurt
no longer do I feel.
The saddness slowly seeped
into this shattered heart.
The confusion of this life.
Is it me I stare at in the mirror
or some stranger that shouldnt be.
What has become of the innocent
girl that was once filled with
love and happiness.
Now only a ghost to this broken
heart.
I cant seem to find that
girl I once was.
Now all I see is a girl
who cant find a way to
breathe.
The air goes in,
nothing seems to me
the same.
What has become of this life
I am.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
