Surviving Still


I've cried
So many tears over this
I've looked to the sky
Searching for answers
That were never found

All I knew was that it was all me
Myself
I got myself into that mess
And I had to get myself out of it
Just me, myself

I couldn't shake the feeling inside
That feeling of self-hatred and regret
Knowing that I could have done something
But even if it happened again
I would still react the same

Solitude brings peace
Attention brings anxiety
So that night, I guess I was frozen
With the fear that something more
Would happen than what did

Looking back now
It was the one thing that broke me
I'm still pondering over it
But yet, I'm here to tell the tale
Surviving through that guy's trophy story



© 4th January 2005
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