another one of my many poems in my lost but now found composition books...this is called Deep Within;
as the tears are flowing
and the cuts are growing
ad opening to the heightened pain.
but as each and every word is said
and soaked within
the anger and hostility begins.
there are more sad than happy days in a week
and as many cuts that cover the body
enough that it hurts to live.
the desires to fade and die begins
to be the only thing in mind
the joys and closeness of family begins
and turns my world upside down.
the anger soon starts again
to the point where there is no point to live...