Pessimist's Reality

My worry is my weakness:
Constantly picking me apart.
The ongoing illusion of happiness,
Leads to confusion in my heart.

My confusion is my pain:
It turns me inside out.
This pain shreds me to pieces,
Out of loneliness I now shout.

My loneliness is my sorrow:
It forces me into isolation.
I'm left crying every night,
Hopeless; I cry out in desperation.

My hopelessness is my heartache:
My will to live is slipping.
The blade is my escape,
From angry cuts, blood keeps dripping.

My anger is my refuge:
Clinging to it keeps me sane.
Lashing out at everyone,
The sadness doesn't seem to wane.

My sadness is my hate:
It makes me feel so weak.
An idyllic place of happiness,
The anguish in me seeks.

My anguish is my reality:
One I live through every day.
The scars covering my body,
Form the words I cannot say.

by sassicat
posted on 01/29/2008