Why Do I Even Try.

This post is a part of the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. I was challenged by deepsoni.me. My prompt was "Why do I even try." I challenged Aimee with "Something simple".

This incredible pain owns me.

At night I fall into deep lack of concentration

When I speak, my mind fears emancipation

Because I am alone.

I’ve walked 10 miles

And broke some bones-

The pain still recurs now that

I’ve dealt with the way life beats me up

Because the road keeps winding me down...

Long are the days I sleep awake

And these days I cry

And sometimes lose my mind-

I possibly don’t know where I am

Or how far I have come-

But one thing I do know

Is I can’t turn around

And must never look back

Because yesterdays are gone.

Why do I live in the past?

I can’t make sense of today

All I want to do is die-

My God, I can’t live this way

But I’ve tried and I’ve tried,

And Lord knows how I’ve cried...

I tried to make everything good for me

But something is not right with me

This incredible pain owns me

Unless someone can let me go.

How can I trust a stranger?

I just want to be alone