Another Day, Another Month, Another Year

This pain and agony,
is whats killing me,
inside and out,
on this quiet and peaceful world.

But this feeling doesn't scream out to people,
that I'm hurting very badly,
and want to rid of it.

I can never actually,
force myself to do it,
to grasp a knife with my bare hands,
and plunge it in to my heart.

So I always live another day,
another month,
another year,
the organs of my body,
twisting and turning,
making me hurt even more,
by each second.

I guess I can not say "adios",
but hello to the painful days,
months,
and years,
that await me.

Copyright © 2006 by Nicolas Seto