The hurt, the abandon,
Nothing to land on,
Nothing I'm sure of,
Nothing to love.
Do you see my unsteadiness?
How strung out, all the stress?
I can feel it building up,
Left over from the last flowing cup.
Unbearable, I know at the least,
I wish all this madness to decease,
I find this life so incredibly dead,
It's so impossible to clear my head,
This relaxation I was to achieve,
Won't ever happen until I leave.
This Life by CASSIEgrl32
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Poetry & Drama, Words: 81, Published: 9/12/2004