I know I don’t have what it takes to survive,
yet with each day that passes,
I am still alive.
And it’s not really a blessing,
it’s more of a curse.
Yeah, dying is bad,
but living is worse.
Pain threads it’s way
through the core of my soul.
I have no one to turn to.
I have no place to go.
Constant rejection.
A lack of affection.
An endless amount of guilt.
This chronic depression
that leaves my heart to wilt.
It’s amazing how long
emotional wounds can bleed.
Old scars are reopened
with every new stab of need.
I’m so tired of not receiving the respect
that by now I know I’ve earned.
I’m so tired of feeling hopeless.
I’m so tired of being burned.
I’m a victim of brutality
from the harshness of reality;
I think I want a new deal.
All I’m really asking,
is for the chance to fully heal.
Written by
Tammy Fay Siboloski