T\O/R\m/e\N/t

(some of you may have read this poem on a different writters page. fear not, this is my work, and it was written under the name of Saint_Reaper. thats my old account and im moving some poems from there to here since i will shut that page down soon...)




please dont torment my inside
im running out of places to hide
its hard to breathe, even harder to stand
should i just fall, or try to be a man

i could stand with this hate on my shoulder
never sit for i need to get bolder
but isnt it easier to just run away
when you have no place to stay

ive lived my life in all the wrong ways
got drunk and stoned to pass the days
sometimes waking to be confused
body is beaten, battered.... abused

ive been molested, body and soul
deep down inside im still un-whole
no place to run, no place to hide
no-one in wich i can coincide

because they tell me they can help
yet my pain they have not felt
every day another man dies
mothers are deaf to their childs cries

what will it take to make you see
im trying to be what you want me to be
deaf and dumb to the world around
close my ears....... i hear no sound