I fell as though I am
being punished for not
taking my own life yet.
So now I cry myself to sleep.
I have an unbruised body,
but a tortured and scarred
soul. With all these emotional
complications, I don't have
much purpose here.
Soon I will be at peace.
No more torturous lullabys.
Felicity Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torturous-lullaby/
