Hurting

I hurt so bad inside, the pain is so real,

How can I tell outsiders how I feel?

My mind can only hold so much,

My biggest fear is that I’m losing touch.

I get up & down all night, I’ve no place to hide,

The problems are back, coming from deep inside.

I gaze out the window into the night,

Except for the shadows there is nothing in sight.

I can’t hold back the tears, I start to cry;

If this is my fate, I’d rather die.

It’s been nearly 20 years since I made it home;

But at times like this I feel so alone.

Michael D. Monfrooe

1990