Not Here

 I'm not sure how much more I can take,

I don't wanna live like this,

like a slave,

bound and scared,

living in constant fear of the nuclear bomb, 

that the grenades lead up to.


I can't seem to do anything right,

at least not in their eyes,

I'm never good enough, 

don't think I ever will be either.


I can't live in constant fear,

lies,

faking,

of pain.


I don't want this,

I can't be happy,

I just can't be.

I can't get better,

never will,

at least not here.

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