There's Something About Losing Your Zeal, That Brings You To A New Breath Of Torture Poem by Gabriella Mantone

Tears fall down my face, releasing all this pain, but as I breathe back in, I feel the hurt again. I sit here and I try to name the feeling that I am, but I don't think even you, could try to understand. Reason for my grief left with the piece of me thats sane, I can longer pinpoint whats setting off this pain. I try to fit the puzzle, to the source of what could heal me, but I don' t think there is one, cause my soul is still so empty. Words don't have a meaning, so don't try to speak the truth, my head is left still spinning, I don't know what to do. Everyday leads to fresh torture, every night brings me loss hope. I'm sick of trying to fix it, I'm sick of trying to cope. I know that I'll get better, I know that theres a light, But I hope that happens soon, cause I dont know how much longer I can fight.