Decaying Slowly

A Freestyle poem

As my blood flows though my heart
I see the pain that rips me apart
The pain digs into my soul and rips it out
I ask God for help, but I always doubt
If I could only see him right now
Every word would be from his mouth
It's like I'm dying inside and can't get out
I'm screaming so loud, they can't hear me shout
I guess they were right, I have gone the wrong route