SCREAMING WEEDS
Aching heart is all I'm left with,
Weeping eyes, crying seas.
Soothing words are of no more benefit;
Suicidal thoughts at their peak.
How do I keep myself sane
In this world of hide and seek?
Peace and serenity left my side;
In this weather, cold as ice.
Ghosting grief is all I'm left with,
Eating me slowly, insanity aside.
Crutches of hope, with which I walk,
Broke under my weight, lost from my sight.
Patience is what I'm holding onto;
Day by day, a tougher insight.