Kicked through my defensive walls
Frustration scored another goal.
Trying to explain what happened
The words won't come,
Refusing to help me feel sedated.
Life isn't being too kind right now,
And it's almost as if my one release - Writing...My writing and my pen,
Isn't working, and I'm scared.
I find solace in many things
Poetry, music, strong alcohols
I find myself still where I left off
With my heart threatening to shut down.
Does anyone really love me?
To not notice how suicidal I've become
It hurts more. Life really sucks.
Eventually, I'll be alright
I'll kick a gulp to the skull
And continue sleeping till the pain can reach me no more.
Sheriff O. Oshin