I used to matter, before I grew old <br />With age, my sanity and trust have been sold <br />I have been stripped and raped of my life <br />Stabbed, ripped open and shredded by reality's knife <br />Laying unconcious, my brain and lungs try to live <br />My thoughts, my time, my patience, have nothing to give <br />I cannot see, although in darkness I have been <br />I look for any light, shining answers to be let in <br />Living righteously, I have tried to do the right thing <br />Through the screaming terror, I have tried to sing <br />Never having a piece of peace, I still hold on <br />Until all hope and belief are taken and gone <br />What evil force has a hold on me, not letting go <br />Why do I suffer and die daily, feeling so low <br />No answers, no answers, I must be bad <br />My soul is lost, my heart is heavy and sad <br />I try to go on, to become stronger <br />Until I cannot stand to breathe any longer <br />This morbid path that leads beneath my feet <br />Tempts me forever, tells me death is sweet<br /><br />Deborah Cromer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-about-me-14/
