Open the door for what I have to say
This thought process needs oxygen to breath
These past ten years have been a river inflicted on myself
Every new wave that crashes carves new trenches deep whithin my chest
I've been an index of self loathing behavior
A poster child for poor decisions and
An example of everything that no one should ever feel
Abandoned
Dismissed
Left to tread this water
Sinking ships with every word I speak
In these latter years I've grown
Slowly learning that the hands I've needed to hold were with me all along
I've not been without hope
I only need a direction
So tell me what you want from me
I promise I will never let you down
I only need a solid line to show me where to go
Paint me a line in black
Outlined in red
Something real to guide me on my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem