Name

September 13, 2011 in Thoughts and views

With a bottle of pills in one hand

And a fifth in the other

I try to numb the pain

But all I do is suffer

When hands reach out to help

I turn my head and push them away

Been hurt too many times before

It’s easier to keep them at bay

A broken mind plagues me

I’m tired and a mess

Over and over again

My nights are sleepless

When the darkness calls to me

I can’t close my eyes

Guilt and fear weigh my soul

The shadows come to life

I try but I don’t know who I am

Weeping inside because of my pain

I’m afraid of stepping out into the light

In the end I still don’t have a name

Micah W. Kengle

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