Sore

I could choose to live or die,

but no one gives a f!@k when I cry.

My head criticizes my mind,

and I’m lost in reality,

living in a dream,

caught in my blood.

My heart refuses to speak,

my soul has been ripped,

my inside leaks.

I hear no sounds,

but the voices inside.

They bite through my veins,

they tear through my body,

until no breath is heard.

I’m dead,

but why am I moving?

I’m lost,

so how do I know the way?

The pain is stinging me.

I lapse into this empty state,

where I don’t want to be.

Through my entire body,

all I know is hurt.

I’m sore,

from the pain that they insert.

And I cry,

I’m sore from my mind,

and I’m not getting out this time.

Each day I’m manipulated,

lied to, betrayed.

I feel there is no one there.

Just people that eat at my skin,

don’t want to see me win.

They thrive off of my fears,

laugh at my pains,

I’m feeling so out of place today.

Because I shut out,

what I have not figured out,

and every day I live,

I die a little more.

This life should be a cherished gift,

but it feels more like a chore.

I’m alone,

can someone save me today?

I’m scared,

can you take me away?

I say I’m not accepted,

it’s all in my mind,

I cannot accept myself.

I’m torn in my own mind,

because my heart refuses to speak,

my inside leaks.

I’m telling you,

it’s nothing more.

I hide, hoping you’ll ignore,

but on the inside…

all I feel is sore.