Surviving
While you slumber,
peaceful and serene,
i fight with the gore that seeps from my brain.
It's a battle,
fought to the death;
this wringer wants to squeeze out my last breath.
I bite and scratch,
all unforgiving,
i'm surviving, so fuck me for living.
Don't blink or think,
dont wonder or ask,
this is not something for you to unmask.
You just sleep on,
i'll just keep fighting,
rage in my head is key to surviving.
Blood on my hands,
from under my scars,
exhaustion sets in from living the farce.
Yes i love you,
but i live alone,
it's just my nature, i bleed to atone.
I didn't do it,
but still feel guilty,
and shame and disgust, wretched and filthy,
lives in my brain,
tormented and scarred,
it comes when you're sleeping, i must stand guard.
By Sherry Dedman-Sherritt |
