Poetry

Drowning

written by: GrenadeJumper

I can't tell the difference between wrong and right
I start to fight
Myself once again at night
Keep me cooped up
And locked away in this tiny little cage
I build up my rage
To let it all go out
On some unsuspecting friend
Who has no doubt
That I can't help the way I feel, no pride
Sharp pains run down my side
You have to save me soon
Before I die
Drowning in a pool of my own vomit
And blood
I don't know what to do
I don't know where to turn
I feel anyway I turn I'll be burned
By the truth that is so hauntingly real
You can't tell me what to feel
I am my own person, I am my own man
And I try to live my life the best I can
This nauseating cycle
It starts all over again
It rips me apart from the inside out
I start to scream and shout
I try to break free
But nothing ever seems to work for me

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