The Last Word

by Ashley Johnson   Jul 24, 2007


I've died inside,
I have no feelings, no pride,

I hope in the future,
I can let go of the past,
As the demons haunt me,
My soul away i wish to cast,

Good and bad phases in life,
Are few and far between,
I've tortured myself for too long,
Now my sanity splits at the seams,

I know life is hard,
And others a lot harder than mine,
But I've taken as much as i can,
I have nothing left to define,

I have wanted to leave this place,
Many times my head has spun,
But i don't have the courage for that,
So in my mind i forever run,

My hope has brought me,
Nothing but pain,
I just pray for others,
That it does not do the same,

I have so much love to give,
But nobody can see,
What i have become,
Or what they've done to me,

I am forever writing,
My feelings upon paper,
But nobody can see,
Why my heart is now a crater,

I wish i could start again,
This so called "life",
Just understand this,
I hold everything inside,

Why have i been tortured,
What did i do wrong in the past,
Why is it everything i have,
Never seems to last,

No more nails,
Can be embedded within my skin,
I think i see it now,
That light from within,
But it's followed by darkness,
I can't keep it bright,
Will the darkness creep over,
And exhaust this burning light,

I want to find a way,
My happiness can be born,
Instead of crying on the paper,
Now my soul is torn,

I will keep writing,
Until i have nothing left,
Only maybe then,
Will my soul finally rest,

With a thousand words,
I can still not explain my feelings,
They're too crowded in my mind,
Will i ever find the meanings,

I am exhausted,
I wither like a dying flame,
For too many years now,
I have felt noting but pain,

I wish i had the courage,
Just to end it now,
Maybe more peace will come,
Once I'm layed down,

If life is as delicate as a rose,
The where are my thorns,
Like upon those,

The questions i have,
Will never be answered,
Until that day,
Where death is the last word.

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