My life was wasted aboard a plank a drift,
Alone I was and alone I remained.
My heart became a black hole
As I drifted in my own ocean of pain.
Friends, I had none.
But when I did what did I do?
I jumped off a cliff into a stack of needles
That pierced my skin and went threw my heart!
A needle for every friend that I hurt.
A stab for every ounce of pain.
I cried my own blood.
I created a river of sorrow.
To know that I hurt one friend
Makes me the bad guy in the end.
That's why I waste my life aboard a plank,
In search of a better way to fill the holes...
Holes that were drilled into my heart
To remind me of what I've done.
The worst thing I've done,
Can not be forgive.
I let my friends believe they were alone!
To think, life is meant to be beautiful,
But how can it with people like me?
People, who show no compassion,
No ounce of acknowledgment.
I deserve to ride the waves of elapsed life.
To parish in the ashes of your memories.
To be let go, to drown in blissful odium.
When you hurt your own friends,
You deserve to live in your own
Infernal desolation.
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
