I'm broken
beyond repair.
I've acknowledged that
It's who I am.
Even if it means
that I hate myself
I acknowledged that it's too late.
No one can save me
Heal the broken soul
But I will stay.
Live with the pain
Blink back the tears
Silence the screams
Because if I left
I would leave without a purpose.
No goal for life
I'm sinking in quicksand
The darkness of my soul.
No one can help me
They just pass me by.
I haven't found my purpose
I can't leave yet.
I want to find the reason I exist.
Is that selfish?
Is it bad that I want to find the meaning to my miserable life?
That before I drown
Before I die
I want to find the purpose to my miserable life.
I hope its not asking too much.
That for once I can get something back after giving so much.
People come and go
They all leave me behind
After taking a part of my soul.
I just wave goodbye with a smile.
Is it asking too much if I want something in return?
I'm sinking further and further
As the minutes tick by
all I want to know
is the meaning to my life.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
