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.
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