Misdirected

Crouching alone, hands cupping my face
Sobbing hysterically, I'm in a dark place

Torn between emotions of hate and depression
Drowning in tears, it becomes an obsession

Tragically inclined to suffer in shame
No one to shelter or protect me from pain

Too many thoughts are crowded in my head
I don't have dreams, I have nightmares instead

I bleed from within, my soul has been neglected
How did I get here? Was I misdirected

~ Liz ~