Different heights (1)

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By *****Junior Walker***** •

I’m getting bitter Inside I feel myself dying It’s as if I have no feelings at all But inside I feel my soul crying It beats its head against skin walls And tries to escape through slit wrists Asking if it matters to anyone Whether or not I exist In between questioning my lifestyle Asking where I’m going; Till I’m left hopeless And feel my every insecurity is showing Loved ones peel away my fingers Rather than helping me to hold on Not one says, it’ll be alright, Just hang on I just wish I could make them all see Just how much this pain hurts Show the emptiness that fills my heart Without showing how blood spurts I do what I can to resist the temptation And at the same time resist drugs Sometimes that means having multiple girls To get multiple hugs And after I’ve tried everything I still can’t feel love But rest everything on one comfort And it comes from high high above I’m getting better Inside I feel myself healing It’s as if I must settle for ears not answers But thats enough to have my soul flying.

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July 13, 2007 03:14 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

Your words are like a hot knife into butter. They cut through all of the crappy ways of the world and right into someone's heart that cares!
You are such a great poet! blessings! glo