Every step is a huge effort. Every word hurts,

as they drop from my broken lips.

Agony remains pent up in my being,

because being honest is not an option.

Tears of pain, that I must hide. Bite my lip,

don’t let them see me cry. Self-hatred, black

and dark, so dark, digging deep into my soul.

I am trying to not drown, but no one is offering me

a hand up. People see me struggling, but offer no help.

3 replies
  1. les
    les says:

    Hi angelbob. Man….I really feel for you, my friend. I wish there was something I could do to alleviate your sorrow just a little bit or take your pain inside myself to give you relief. I’ll be here if you want to talk about it. Peace.

  2. t-kun-unusual-wordsmith-iii
    t-kun-unusual-wordsmith-iii says:

    I wouldn’t even know on how help if one is struggling, I can listen, but that’s about I can offer if something is going on Angel. Still, this was a heartfelt read on something many people tend to be lost on how to handled. Good work.

    • angel-bob
      angel-bob says:

      Thank you kindly t-kun, I very much just need people to listen. And at Manic, I know there will be at least one set of eyes, reading my pain.

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