I hurt,
A whole lot.
It would get me down on my knees and keep me praying all night long
"Remove this burden" I'd cry unto my creator.
"I don't want to feel anything at all".
All night long I'll keep rolling in my own tears.
I fall asleep in my partly dried flows and wake up the next dawn
A little brighter than the night before.
I carry on through the day, as happy as I could ever be
Looking more fulfilled than the successful in life
I long to be alone inside
Away from everyone
Everything
Drama
Chaos
I long for peace
I strive to make others smile a little
I give them what I don't have myself
It gives me a little joy
Seeing them that way
But then, I get home
The thoughts all come back to taunt me
Only this time, a little worse than the last
It goes on and on
Yet...
I live on
We continue to strive. It's the way of life; it's beauty ;)
Your poem is sad and beautiful—it's the truth of it that makes it hurt.