Against the Wall of This Prison

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by Jason Wallace Poetry


  I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.

  I don’t know just how to make this right.

  The pain and the strain of a loss of hope

  Getting only stronger

  Is strangling me ever so tight.

  I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,

  Leaning over a precipice.

  I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,

  And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.

  It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,

  And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.

  I see only clouds that are gathering,

  Never again to part.

  All that’s allowed in this place that I hardly can fathom

  Is room for a tortured soul and a bitter heart.

  If I could plead, come save me,

  I might just believe that someone could

  Come save me.

  I know if I leave, I’ll be quickly forgotten.

  I won’t matter one more hour.

  I will be decaying, rotten; I won’t care.

  It already matters so little now or

  Then or now and again.

  Maybe there should be no more delaying, no more

  Misery I am so easily caught in; I won’t care.

  After years of trying too hard,

  I’ve amounted to less than you.

  I’ve mattered to less than few.

  Doing so much and running so fast

  That I am so lost in nothingness and looking to pass,

  I fall so far behind.

  I’m all in my mind.

  I’ve made a life that is worth only misery,

  And I’ve only been someone for only me.

  I wish that there was anyone to care enough

  To come save me,

  But they all just – let me be.

  With no one to count on, I’ll just leave.

  There isn’t one in this world

  To come save me.

  Goodbye to you, and don’t you say

  Goodbye to me.

  Just do your part, and – let me be.

  Hang

  I...

  Don't want to hurt you

  But I...

  Don't know how much I can care

  All I do

  Is seem to curse you

  And I...

  Don't know if that's being fair

  Pain, the stain of anger

  Washing away

  All that matters now

  Bring...

  Again the sound of silence

  That made things alright before

  Everything in this world

  Got too fucking loud

  If you hang

  On every word I whisper

  You will find

  You've wasted all your time

  I'm not the one to make it better

  Because I'm

  A fester, a boiling blister

  Someone who long ago

  Lost his fucking mind

  I don't know what I want,

  What I need...

  Anything but to bite the hand that feeds

  I die

  Every night I'm sitting in this cold dark cell

  Of a bedroom,

  Wishing away the life that has come to hide

  The emptiness and anguish

  That fills me up

  And eats at my insides

  If I could be

  Some kind of the old me

  I might have some bit of sanity

  To hold

  Misery, memories,

  And nothingness

  Are getting so damn fucking old

  In name,

  I'm at least to blame

  For everything

  That for so many

  Ever turned from good

  To shit and so wrong

  I came

  On the face

  Of all the ones

  That got sick and said so long

  Break Down N Die

  How do you expect me

  To get by

  Without you by my side

  How will I make it

  On my own

  How am I supposed to

  Keep on livin

  When your love

  Is all I've ever known

  You didn't have me

  Much on your mind

  Or you probably would've stayed

  I look at you and see

  Nothin but worries and doubts

  Can you tell me

  Why you're so afraid

  Could I still be a man

  If all of this makes me cry

  Maybe I'm not doin all I can

  Cuz maybe

  All your promises were lies

  Maybe everything

  We thought we had is gone

  Maybe that's why

  I wanna break down n die

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