Tuesday 26 June 2012

Wastelands


I don't get tormented by those people
who have been present in painful moments;
it's my own messed up masochistic mind
which drags my guts through the murky swamps.

I'm scared of what thoughts I may be keeping
a sadistic secret from myself.
I'm scared I will let myself down again
and be forced to rescue my sinking pride.

Is it not enough to say that I'll try
to find my way out of this savage waste?
Is it not enough to say that I'll try
my very hardest to be enough?

Because at the moment I am past hope
and have found myself somewhere I can't cope.

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