Words spoken in vain
do nothing to help the pain
That rests inside my soul.
I attempt to see through the rain, to see what ill find
but I am just too blind,
going out of my mind
with the things that I find
inside of me,
destroying me,
Killing me..
Eating away at My soul,
at times death is my goal,
because I just don\'t know if life is worth the pain.. The pain.. wont leave..
I hurt..
I HURT SO FREAKING BADLY!!! PAIN FILLS MY SOUL AS IM LOSING ALL CONTROL AND THIS LIFE IT HURTS SO BADLY, AS I CRAWL, DESPERATE AND MADLY,
PICKING UP THE SHARP SHARDS OF MY
SHATTERED GLASS HEART,
FINGERS BLEEDING,
BUT IM OH SO NEEDY
FOR THE PAIN TO GO AWAY
DAMAGED FINGERS,
DAMAGED SOUL,
DAMAGED WRIST,
IVE LOST MY GOAL,
NEEDLES PUNCTURE MY WRISTS
AS I TRY TO BE RID OF THIS,
BLACK BLOOD DRIPS
COLD AND DARK,
WAS I DOOMED
FROM THE START???
Or am I just of mistake
of my own misfortune,
that life decided to torture,
just to watch me squirm
in blood soaked bandages
wrapped around bleeding wrists,
i just wish to be rid of this
Do I have meaning?
Or am I not worth anything...
Is this the end of me..
Oh God, is this the end...
YOU ARE READING
Mes Poemes
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I usually only write poetry when I'M feeling down so most of these will probably be very depressing but I hope you enjoy them anyways. Thanks. :) (WARNING: Some may be triggering)
