Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind

This Can't Be True

I keep smacking my face.
And pulling my hair out
To see if it's true.

But nothing ever gets better
Nothing changes
Except to get worse.

I hate my life
In so many ways.
I wish I could end it all.

But too many are
Dependent on me.
I cannot let them down.

I love too deeply,
Work too hard.

I'll be in my grave
b-4 long.

Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
February 22, 2006
9:15 a.m.