Far From Home

by Ms Joanna Dark   Apr 5, 2006


I'm confused and I'm alone,
In a place so far from home.
Looking at my still bleeding scars,
Some one tell me death's not far.
As I take a painful breath,
I wish I could bleed to death.
I'm tired of always wearing a frown,
Being the one who's always kicked down.
I never used to be like this,
Never wondered if I'd be missed.
Death never was my obsession,
Music now covers my depression.
Everyday is a difficult task,
I hide behind this broken mask.
In corners I hide myself away,
And wonder why I still stay.
Covered in warm, salty tears,
I hate being my biggest fear.
I'm tired of trying to understand,
Why no one wants to grab my hand.
I don't want to make a real big show,
But I think it's time that I let go.

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