Twisted Poem by Parker Griffith

Twisted,
Beaten,
Broken,
Battered,
And bruised,
I’m left all alone,
Distraught and confused.
What’s there to gain?
What’s there to lose?
The lives we all lead,
The paths that we choose.
What is it that’s wrong with me,
Am I different from the rest?
Blood flows through my veins.
There’s air in my chest.
Sometime years ago,
I took a turn for the worst.
Now I tread onward,
With this burden,
My curse.
Will I ever return,
To how it was before?
I used to say yes,
But now I’m not sure.
Each day it gets harder,
To pretend I’m ok.
There’s nothing you can do,
Nothing you can say,
To change my existence,
To make this go away.
I’m exhausted,
I’m worn out,
Please let this be the day.