I am in a crisis
I always seem to cry
I sob and weep
I might just die
And why not?
I'm useless
Scared of change
Lost in my own sadness
Letting it all stay the same
I wish I could end it all
And stare up from my grave
Watching you all grieve
Knowing you all could of seen
My pain, it was obvious
It was glaring
It raged through me
In every way
Yet a blind eye was turned
Names were called
Because none of you faced
The truth you can now never erase
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
