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by Missi
Alone I sit.
The rage I feel.
It bares down on me like a sledgehammer to the head.
Most mornings it’s so hard to get out of bed.
I only see red.
I think to myself, why are you dead?
My rage...
I wish I could just turn the page.
I need to get out of this cage.
This cage that I am trapped in.
This hell. I want you to come back to me.
Tyler, come back.
This pain, I cannot bare. It's tearing into my heart.
Eating away, eating at me, day and night.
Tyler, my dear child. I just want you back.
To hold and touch you. To smell your hair,
and look at your eyes.
God, I want no more goodbyes.
I have this rage, you see. Its stuck here.
Trapped here. Along with so much fear.
This rage, that claws at me, that I can do nothing about.
Oh Lord can't you help me to find my way out?
This rage, This rage, ripping away into me.
Destroying me, killing me, taking the love,
and replacing it with this rage.
This rage, devouring me. So much of this rage.
This rage.... |
