TORMENTED

Tears beyond pour Heart sour Anguished words and thoughts I question my well being Seeming with no prosper All I hear is words, but no encouragement Only just No must Standing alone for myself I am beaten and torn within my own battle No victory, but defeat Perhaps I am scornful and doubtful Life on end I yell but my voice echoes back I shout for help It became a yield Some see it as useless and no pity The until for too long The Heaven’s see me as wonderful I see myself dreadful I thirst, but can’t drink My mind wanders into no think I am like a dead rose with no suppose Death seems to be my trademark One scar into numerous Tormented no more.