A rueful soul lies deep in my broken shell
battered down by woes only I understand.
With the world at my feet, mocking me
where normalcy turned a facade to heed.
Fear undulates on my skin, I struggle
to hold that last slipping straw of happiness.
The certain I get of my morose situation
the flimsy sheath of optimism slowly falling apart.
Until there is no hope to hang on to, except
the voices in my head haunting me, urging me
to succumb to my insurmountable troubles.
As the knot on my nape tightens, choking me,
flashes of a pathetic life pass before me.
Final tears roll down for my loved ones,
some more for the ones who failed me.
My eyes blood red, like cinders of hell fire,
an incoherent prayer passes through my lips,
to never put any soul in a world like this.
