Poem: Miserable ( free verse)

Miserable

To be miserable stinks.

to be torn between two thoughts

having to choose makes kinks

in the line of my back and wraughts

deep dark pain in my heart

and i hurt even more wounds reopened

that i thought had healed start

to bleed again how could it be that way.

when all i want to do is die

then i know its time

to say good bye and try

to close the doors on the pain that i cant stand

Oh wait was that a fleeting moment of happiness

oh yes i think it was

why can’t i keep it?

because i dont know how to be happy someone says

i just hope and pray thier wrong i can’t stand this

deciding to give up or forget what i was taught

how could i do that? that what i know is pain mists

my presence so continuesly that i aught

to be used to it u think?