What to do?
What am I going to do?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I just don't know what to do
Your playing with my head
My heart, its flipped one to many times
It is time to go, to end this pain...
My suffering
My agony
My temptation
It's...
Enough...
To...
Kill...
My Heart
Torn Apart
Hurting more
Hurting less
Doesn't matter
Tears or less
My soul is gone
But my pain is still here
What to do, what the fuck do I do?
I'm lost, can I be found?
Am I even worth looking for?
What's this pain?
It burns like Hell
Ripped to shreads
Nothing left
Nothing left
NOTHING LEFT
Breaking down
Falling down
No damn ground
What to do?
This poem was written by Joshua Pilger on Dec 08, 2007.
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yes indeed...what to do? A question i ask myself too much. lovely work. i sensed the misery and anger all in one.
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