My Sad Asylum

by Stephanie   Nov 9, 2007


Shredded tears,
Ripping into my scattered soul
I'm falling,
Into a darkening hole

One more tear,
Though no one can hear,
My screaming cry
As I start to die

I have no future,
I'm living to die
Barely moving by
Nothing but suicide

Never able to reach the light
Useless worth, destined to fight
Soul colder than the night
Everything I do,
Is never right

Locked up in my prison cell,
A place called home
Everyday feels like hell,
From the heaven I once fell

I now have no one to love,
No blue sky up above
Even though I have,
Nothing,
And no where to roam,
I have one place I can call home,
My sad asylum

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