waking up dizzy
surrounded by filth and more filth
to the same place I went again
I cannot say if the sun rose or the night came yesterday
I am haunted by something
once again, I have begun to hate myself
with my rage-filled brain, I can do nothing
this explosion within me has my eyes clouded
I function alone, I am nothing
I wish I were something more
I equally wish to die
nothing fills my eyes
I grow back like weed
words like spears go through my head
my birth has troubled many.
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