Yes, my world is Crumbling,
And I am Tumbling,
Because no one is Listening,
To what I am Saying.
There are things that I don't want to do,
Including staying with you,
Because I want to try something new,
Forgetting all the things that I have been through.
Every mental pain, is caused by my blood,
Even though that may seem very odd,
It can even be thick like mud,
But I still stay as a bud.
A bud that never grows but dies,
Because it starts to cut all the ties,
That causes the bus's demise,
And now keep this one thing forever closed, it's true eyes.
Now I cannot tolerate,
My mind's current state,
That is making me lose all my faith,
Making negativity penetrate.
This would never end,
My wounds have to mend,
But the rule is one thing I cannot bend,
And that is something one cannot comprehend.
This is driving me insane,
Causing me great pain,
Screaming inside, in vain,
Inside my window pane.
My life was over from the start,
Because everyone, everything was tearing me apart,
Not meeting me play my part,
And blackening my heart.
A black heart made of ice,
But I am still playing nice,
Giving everyone a slice,
Of what it feels like being the blind mice.
YOU ARE READING
Why Me?
PoezieThis story is about why I don't want to live. In the form of peoms I write my tale. To me life is a pain and no one understands what is going through my every thought.
