Miserable
I'm miserable.
It's killing me.
I can't see you,
hold you,
touch you,
and it's killing me.
I'm alone.
All alone in an abandoned apartment.
The silence, loud.
My head, messy.
It's torturing me.
I can't breathe,
I can't see,
I can't scream,
and it's torturing me.
The devil, getting near,
Pulling my hair, making me fear.
End this nightmare,
Vanish into thin air.
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: