ABUSE POETRY
GUEST BOOK AND LINKS
MY FAMILY ROOM
Dying to Live
Has it been, just a few bad days
Or did my past find me, through the haze
Darkness surrounding, engulfed in gloom
Blocked emotions, a feeling of doom
Many questions, that have no answers
Eating at me, just like a cancer
Just when I think, I've found peace at last
Memories erupt, a dark shadow is cast
I must now do battle, with all those ghosts
That come to visit, use me as their host
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I'm followed around, tormented inside
Am I living to die, or dying to live
I'm a mere shadow, of my former self
An existence, looking for my future self
Trying to gain sanity, in an insane world
Desperate to leave behind, a lonely little girl
Scarred and scared, trapped by the past
Bleeding inside, from a wound so vast
Solitary confinement, frozen in time
No escape, from my wondering mind
Now I must choose, to sink or swim
I shall grab hold, of the nearest limb
There I will stay, until I'm visited again
Given more time, a broken soul to mend
Am I living to die, or dying to live
© Teresa L. Gryder