A poem from my heart, please read?

Question:On this one I am not looking for a review, there is not a single word I would change. (unless it is a simple grammar or spelling fix) I simply want to know if it reaches you and if my point is made.

The Inner Torment

At the edge of my heart,
I know there is good in me,
But the pull towards misery
Is more then I can fight.
Pain is my brother
And suffering my sister,
Together for ten years,
We are inseparable.
One leans on the other
And we limp onward
To a future unknown.

Every thought I own,
All goodness in my life,
Is tainted by affliction.
Unworthy am I
To know happiness.

Wicked is my mind
That it should house
Such a beast as her.
Poisoned are my thoughts
That I should let her
Become part of me.
The immortal brute,
Created for comfort,
Became her own master
And changed into
Eternal anguish.

Years of therapists
Still cannot purge
The want of pain
From the system.
Nor the creature
That lives inside
And torments the day.

No one understands
And tears are all I have,
Who would have thought
It all could have started
At a Catholic school?
Instead of friends
There was only harassment
And internal strife.
For eight years I suffered,
And it will last a life time.
There is no undoing the pain
They inflicted on me,
Now all I can accept
Is suffering in my life.
No happiness is allowed,
And if it were to come,
It soon would be lost
In thoughts of its demise.

When it becomes to much to bare,
There is only one choice
To rid myself of the torment.
Thorns prick my skin
And pills kill the pain,
Until death comes
And takes away the agony.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: On this one I am not looking for a review, there is not a single word I would change. (unless it is a simple grammar or spelling fix) I simply want to know if it reaches you and if my point is made.

The Inner Torment

At the edge of my heart,
I know there is good in me,
But the pull towards misery
Is more then I can fight.
Pain is my brother
And suffering my sister,
Together for ten years,
We are inseparable.
One leans on the other
And we limp onward
To a future unknown.

Every thought I own,
All goodness in my life,
Is tainted by affliction.
Unworthy am I
To know happiness.

Wicked is my mind
That it should house
Such a beast as her.
Poisoned are my thoughts
That I should let her
Become part of me.
The immortal brute,
Created for comfort,
Became her own master
And changed into
Eternal anguish.

Years of therapists
Still cannot purge
The want of pain
From the system.
Nor the creature
That lives inside
And torments the day.

No one understands
And tears are all I have,
Who would have thought
It all could have started
At a Catholic school?
Instead of friends
There was only harassment
And internal strife.
For eight years I suffered,
And it will last a life time.
There is no undoing the pain
They inflicted on me,
Now all I can accept
Is suffering in my life.
No happiness is allowed,
And if it were to come,
It soon would be lost
In thoughts of its demise.

When it becomes to much to bare,
There is only one choice
To rid myself of the torment.
Thorns prick my skin
And pills kill the pain,
Until death comes
And takes away the agony.

I'm sure you don't feel that way all the time. A poem is like a lint trap, it collects a lot of one feeling and when you pull it out that is what it looks like! I learned a lot and had a great insight into your soul

8/10!

Awesome, keep writing you got talent!

Excellent! That is truly an amazing poem. I just hope you aren't too upset all the time.

That's amazing and touching.
I hope you don't feel like that too often though, it's probably unhealthy.

very good, one can get to the meaningreal well and understand what you are feeling which is overall depressed.
Maybe you should start writing more poems and a diary... those can help you to rid those feelings little by little.
and that last stuff... do not harm yourself and please never commit suicide

Very good. You just spoke for millions of people.
There are only a lucky few who live a happy life.
We all suffer, we all have suffered. Try to think of those that may have it worse than you.
I can tell these are your true feelings. Be strong.

A lot of talent!!! I can tell that you put a lot of hard work and soul into this and the end product is spectacular!!! Keep on writing! Many can relate to your poetry and you have such a voice and the ability to speak, to reach out to so many people.