Sadness flows within my veins;
Bringing a very overbearing misery
In which consumes my thoughts one by one.
When will I be fine?
I cannot figure out why,
I cry all the time
Maybe life was never fair
To those with much hope and courage.
I feel pitiful,
I feel ruthless.
I feel as if there's never any other day,
That ill be fine.
My dreams are crushed all the time
I'm a walking travesty with a overpowering conscious
My other side, that holds my darkest thoughts;
She overrules my happiness
Without any warning.
"End your life, it's alright.
No one will pray for you to come back,
It's not too late.
As the cascading clouds appear outside your bedroom;
you'll be at peace
You'll die with out no regret. And with no one beside you, to wipe your tear filled eyes."
And everyday,
My dark side has me ponder these thoughts.
When shall the torture end?
- I hope you like all the poetry I've posted!!! This ones kinda bad. There will be so much more posted. Like any other writer, some are happy; some are sad. It depends on my mood. I hope you've enjoyed everything I've written. I appreciate those who read and commented 😊❤️ a chapter of poetry a day or more. Promise!
