I just couldn't help it, i had to write it down, <br />those nightmares i'm having while i'm wide awake. <br />I'm being told about my life and my frowns, <br />i'm dying slowly, and it won't stop for any's sake. <br />I'm tired of loving without being loved in return, <br />i'm tired of being surrounded and yet feel all alone. <br />I'm tired os remaining the last with a lesson to learn, <br />i'm so tired of my life, and i can't settle for a home. <br />I thought i was my own shelter but now i run, <br />i run from my self, trying to get out of that body. <br />I can't stand any given day'snew sun, <br />it hurts me knowing that some one's happy or any body. <br />Why can't i feel the same, <br />why can't i find where i belong? <br />Why there is always hurt whenever they call my name? <br />i have to with stand my self but i'm not strong.. <br />I wrote you adility poem the day you died, <br />i wrote you a love poem the day i loved you. <br />You can't imagine for how long i've cried, <br />trying to reach out to your hand, or to you. <br />I wrote my self a poem when i died one day, <br />the same day i've lost my dreams and broke my heart. <br />I stand in line to find that i'm the last like always, <br />and they close the door in my face when comes my part. <br />It's those demons in my head, <br />i'm not sane enough to tell and also not crazy. <br />I'm breathing but i'm still so dead, <br />not only the breath separates the dead from the living, <br />but the fact that i'm not actually dead amazes me.<br /><br />Eman Awad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-22/
