Poem: Just Question

Trying to see the light, but it is too bright.

Trying to find the hope, but I just do not care.

Looking for love that others seem to share.

Not thinking about the present worrying about things that I did not do.

My tears are real, but to you they just do not hit the mark.

Why do I live in this much pain?

Why is it hard for me escape the things?

This is not what I want, but it is feeling like something that I deserve.

I have never been an angel, but the devil never met me.

I just want to go.

Go to a place that most would call home.

Maybe then I will get some rest and finally be at peace.

Poem: No More

Another day I have awoken with a breath.

Another day I wish that would not be.

Trying to see the light, but I keep getting surrounded by the shadows.

Asking why are you keeping me?

Why can I not go to the land where my people are free?

Not hearing the answer that I want but hearing the answer that people think I need.

This is not my just because this is not a celebration.

This is years of heartache and pain.

Years of not living a life.

Years of worrying about the cause and effect from others.

To taking the pain you store to yourself.

My heart can no longer break.

I shattered it years ago a day I came to be.

Now it is no more and soon so will I.

Poem: Everything

Why does my heart not beat?

Why does the moon only rise when I cannot sleep?

Why does death also wish me a happy birthday?

Why does my life never seem complete?

When will there be a time where I can be?

Where the ocean and land meet and everything can be at peace.

The beauty of pain is the desire of the flames, they call our names.

The hope of hurt is the only disaster that you dream.

A life that seems so complete but has holes that run through the feet.

This life is one that has everything, but the same time you have everything.

You then ask yourself is this everything and is this me.

It is still not what you want, but it is what you need.

So, you smile and say cheese.

Poem: Another Day Again

I woke today and immediately wanted to cry.

The tears form, but my wells have run dry.

Another has come, and another where you are gone.

Time heals all wounds, but this one will never heal.

Thinking about the days where the sun was bright.

The times when life just seem right.

Now every day is filled with gloom.

There is no hope it seems to make it through.

When my days get low thinking of you only makes them lower.

When will the pain starts to heal?

Is this just a wound that life wants me to bear?

I give up asking.