Feel the black cloud closing in
eating me up from within
Feel the inviting hand of death
losing sanity with every breath
I did not ask to have this curse
resurrect the pain
and make it worse
I did not ask to feel this strife
tired of losing the battle with life
A cloudbreak doesn't last all day
it will pass, in time, and float away
Always following up close behind
is the sickness I carry in my mind
I did not ask to have this curse
resurrect the pain
and make it worse
What chaos hides inside this shell?
That is something, I fear,
only the madness will tell.
I totally understand this well....As you probably don't know I have been struggling myself through some issues of this sort. Keep in touch..
''Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but itβs not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk'' -Stephen King
Great poem, I like the way you put it; its just great.