TORMENTED

Tears beyond pour

Heart sour

Anguished words and thoughts

I question my well being

Seeming with no prosper

All I hear is words, but no encouragement

Only just

No must

Standing alone for myself

I am beaten and torn within my own battle

No victory, but defeat

Perhaps I am scornful and doubtful

Life on end
I yell but my voice echoes back

I shout for help

It became a yield
Some see it as useless and no pity

The until for too long

The Heaven’s see me as wonderful

I see myself dreadful

I thirst, but can’t drink

My mind wanders into no think

I am like a dead rose with no suppose

Death seems to be my trademark

One scar into numerous
Tormented no more.