• I stand staring at the cold, dark, inescapable night,
    Screaming lullabies of pain into the wind at the top of my lungs.
    But the wind simply throws everything back in my face,
    Uncaring and mocking me with no sympathy or mercy.

    Why am I here if I can’t move forward?
    Why is everything so restricting?
    I can’t move because I’m stuck in this pain,
    Living without purpose.

    Half the time I feel like I’m barely here.
    Relying on friends, texts, and the internet
    So I can at least stay entertained with thoughts of hope,
    Waiting for the next wave of pain to hit.

    It really sucks when you can’t even identify the source,
    Of all the pain darkness and despair.
    You feel it stab your soul and you try to run,
    With open palms covering the wounds to stop the crimson flow.