I used to matter, before I grew old
With age, my sanity and trust have been sold
I have been stripped and raped of my life
Stabbed, ripped open and shredded by reality's knife
Laying unconcious, my brain and lungs try to live
My thoughts, my time, my patience, have nothing to give
I cannot see, although in darkness I have been
I look for any light, shining answers to be let in
Living righteously, I have tried to do the right thing
Through the screaming terror, I have tried to sing
Never having a piece of peace, I still hold on
Until all hope and belief are taken and gone
What evil force has a hold on me, not letting go
Why do I suffer and die daily, feeling so low
No answers, no answers, I must be bad
My soul is lost, my heart is heavy and sad
I try to go on, to become stronger
Until I cannot stand to breathe any longer
This morbid path that leads beneath my feet
Tempts me forever, tells me death is sweet
Deborah Cromer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-about-me-14/
