| Pomegranate Words |
from My Inner Life by Jessica Fryer, 15, Wichita Falls, Texas How long can I stand the rain? How long can I stand the pain? Why can't I feel happy and humble? Where's the light at the end of the tunnel? I feel so small and alone. As loud as I scream, it sounds like a moan. I want to escape the reality of things. I want to wake up, but I live in a dream, Body and mind. Why can't I just hide? I don't want to hurt anymore. It feels like I've been struck straight down to the core. In my heart, in my body, I'm looking and looking, but I just can't find me. I'm through with the suffering. How could life get any rougher? The pain is a cancer and it's killing me inside. Slowly but surely it's eating me alive. Why can't I cure the cancer? Why can't I find an answer? I'm full of confusion. Life's like a delusion. I'm fed up with the game of life. I'm ready to call it a night. The pain is so piercing, like a vampire's bite. This is my life rolled up like a blunt. This is my life when being happy's all I want. |