MultipleMinds said 9 years, 10 months ago:

Plain walls
Empty halls
Yelling, Screaming
Looking for meaning
One blow after another
Can I believe this is my own mother?
Not psychical pain
But despair and disdain
Nothing will ever be the same.

Gradually rising
No horizon
How can one hope?
How can one cope?
Intense feeling of guilt
A reality tilt
And no one’s home

Pain and grieving
Lying, deceiving
Is this the way life’s supposed to be?
Is this even my reality?
When will this stop?
I’m spinning like a top
I want to go home
I want to be alone!
The noise has to quit
I’d rather be hit
Than to withstand the emotion
Fear in motion
And it never stops….

Too much too little
I’m stuck in the middle
Not psychical pain
But despair and disdain
Nothing will ever be the same.

-MultipleMinds