Belief.

How can I believe in breathing,
when I'm told to give up life?
My chest does rise and fall,
but my lungs put up a fight.

The darkness has consumed me,
I feel the black pulsating inside.
All the sorrow from my heart,
has spread throughout and dried.

What is there to believe in?
I could never love myself fully.
How can I believe in you?
You could never understand me.

I don't know why I'm here,
the black lives in my very soul.
How can you acknowledge me?
I am losing all of my control.

My breath is failing rapidly,
my heart has shriveled away.
There is no doubt in my mind;
I cannot live another day.

There is no one in this world
who I can talk to, who will hear;
there is only myself left,
and my existence is not clear.

I have fought to get this far,
and still, the blackness wins.
I believe in only this:
it is time my remains gave in.

Sarah Gammon ©
30/09/08

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