Focus on
Blinding pain
Let it drip
Make it stain
Long forgotten
Is a past
No one sees
But the memory lasts
Life becomes a blur
No beginning; No end
You have to conform
Uncomfortably twist and bend
No one wants
To live like this
With sickening memories
Of mommy slitting her wrist
A generation
Without a face
Nameless
Going at our own pace
As long as we pose
Keep with the smile
The wont see behind the face
Thoughts run twisted, wiled, and so vile
Stanza's of the poem
Without flow or rhyme
How much longer?
I don't believe in time
We cannot see
Eyes covered in frost
I'm sorry
I'm lost