Poems

Insolation.

Insolation.
by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

Insolation all by my own hand.
I indirectly searching and getting it.
Actions and transactions making me feel all alone again.
I look into the mirror and find nothing walls.
Empty wall of gutted disgusted self pity.
The anger succumbs me.
Making me have no alternative.
I want to scream and cry.
I want to kick and die.

You so say you so need me.
I so say you so not need me.
You so say you so do.
And I so not so say, so you won't worry.

I want to die and see.
Yea the need of real death burns in my veins more than drunk down my system.
I need to scream I need to escape.
But yet once again I set you apart.
Staying alone I must stay and staying away you must stay.
I want to cry and I want to scream. My so called friends hurt me so deep.
I want to leave them and never look back but I choose to act against it and hurt them inside.
The pain that I need the list of all control makes me believe there's a demon inside.

There's no better hater of me that my awful stupid self, and walking alone will kill me indeed.
I feel so alone and I feel so hatred filled that the words that I say are the sounds of despise.
Doors are thrown here and there but all there ever was, was matter was madness.
I don't know how to get alone and how to survive.

This emotions that kill me inside. So I insulate myself and I'm sorry for all the hurt.