Slowly I feel myself breaking.
My knees feel weak; it seems I’m shaking.
My arms are tired and my legs feel numb.
My mind in a haywire and I want to run.

Stress is building, tears still fall.
My lonely nights I lay
Staring at these blank walls.

Hopeless sleep with no means to an end
Keeping me from the monsters within.
Tragic flares and dreams down the drain.
The nightmares I have bring me the most pain.

Wishing for the truth, but only finding lies.
The secrets I try to keep behind
My dull brown eyes.

My tears won’t stop, I can’t keep fighting.
I’m losing all hope of ever finding.
I don’t know who I am; with everything going on,
I’ve lost myself in this midst of a crowd.

My heart can’t take this never ending pain,
With every word they say I feel like they drain.
My dying, beating heart that has nothing to gain.

The stares I receive like I shame them so bad,
But the truth is that I only wanted to try,
Try and fight for what I had.

Now here I am, with this lonely broken soul,
Awaiting my faith in this pitch black hole.

© Tyreka S