No Relief......

As I write this poem,
Tears stream down these eyes.
I’ll never quit this passion,
I can never stop to write.
These sheets of paper are all I have.
They’ve held me through this hell.
Expressing myself inside out,
I’m dying, and no one can tell.

Ashamed to tell my friends,
I hide so much within.
Screaming, crying in silence.
Blade slitting through my skin.
Darkness has taken over,
Sun no longer shines.
Raindrops, and thunderstorms.
This pain is hard to fight.

Afraid to fall completely,
In the deep hole of sorrow.
Inactive, and body motionless.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
Traumatized by the feelings,
This ache I cannot bare.
Signs of only grief, no relief.
The above has left me in a stare....