Here I sit
Drowning in emptiness
All my emotion,
Feeling, and
Sense of life
Have been washed away.
All my strength and
Endurance
Have left me
To be nothing
But a wasted
Body of flesh.
Wasted blood, and
A wasted heart.
I am here for
The sole purpose
Of nothing.
Or am I here for a reason?
And if there is a reason,
Is that reason
To hurt the ones I care for?
Cause that’s all I seem
To be able to do.
Nothing I do nor say
Is ever good enough
To anybody
At anytime.
None of my reasoning
Or explanation
Seems to make sense.
Nobody understands
What I’m going through.
Nobody sees
That the devil
Has control of me
And I can’t stop it.
The only thing I can do
Is pray.
Pray for the strength
To get through this life
Of hurt, pain,
Guilt, and shame.
But until my prayers
Are answered,
I still sit here
Drowning in emptiness,
Just wasting away
Good poem... its alot like me. I think we all question our existence at least once in our lifetime. B/c i know i have times where i just think y am i here? nd u captured that in your poem.
