Question

Poem give feedback.

Answer 1

Here I am, all alone,
no place left to call home.
Lying still in this hospital bed,
asking why I’m not dead.

The walls close in, the night won’t speak,
my body’s tired, my soul feels weak.
Pain drips slow through every vein,
every breath another bargain with pain.

I’ve screamed in silence, I’ve begged the dark,
looking for even the smallest spark.
If this is hell, then hear me now
I’m still breathing, I don’t know how.

So let the morning find my scars,
let them teach me how to survive the dark.
I’m not done yet, I won’t give in
there’s light ahead… I’ll live to see it win.

Answer 2

this really hit me hard. Makes me think your really hurting to have written this. Keep it up queen. you are outstanding with this.

Answer 3

anytime ❤