How I am feeling at this point in time. I don't claim to be a poet, i'm not one with words.

It's killing me inside,
this thing I'm so willing to hide.

my soul feels ripped,
torn even

Guilt is smothering my faith,
wanton thoughts trap my heart.

Insecurities plague my mind

While unholy loneliness forms a bind.

Bitter and selfish
I'm afraid of what I've become.

Wretched within denial
I'm frightened to see you

Frightened to see how you've improved
--Without me....

I can't bare to hear about
summer love..
oh, only because I've had none...

You're gone,
ensnared in an island ecstasy,

I've been stuck,
dealing with the cuts...

My foreshadowed road...

I bear a cross,
I'm to weak to hold.


I'm scared.