I wish I could stop feeling like this, <br />I'm putting my life through hell. <br />I'm destroying myself and hurting the one's I love, <br />On the past I must not dwell. <br />I have so much going through my mind, <br />But as much as I try to speak. <br />It's too hard to say what I truly feel, <br />It's clear that I must be a freak. <br />Everyone tells me that I'm not, <br />But I thought they would know by now. <br />That I just can't talk no matter how much it helps, <br />This will eventually end up in a row. <br />I will get some help even though there's no point, <br />As I don't really want to be alive. <br />They say it's only natural for me to feel like this now, <br />But I long to feel the Grim Reaper's scythe. <br />I want it so badly I can almost taste my own blood, <br />As I imagine it seeping through my skin. <br />I should never have been brought into this world, <br />I was nothing but a screwed up sin. <br />I was only a meal ticket out, <br />But I served my purpose a long time ago. <br />So why on Earth am I still here? <br />When I want to be in the ground very low. <br />Lower then even the worms care to go, <br />So no one could ever find me. <br />But I'm still too much of a coward to end this, <br />Dead I long to be. <br />I would never want to hurt them, <br />Therefore I will not take my life. <br />I will go on living in this horrific world, <br />And throw away the knife.<br /><br />EMMA Funnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-of-a-broken-soul/
