I am Dying on the inside.
The torment will not cease.
Dancing on my tattered soul,
Tearing it away piece by piece.
Hearing the echoes of laughter,
Ringing, loudly, in my head.
I have become my own enemy,
Sometimes wishing I were dead.
Crying out to God for strength,
To make it through another day.
For, He is the only One, who is able,
To take all of my pain away.
06/19/94