Shout
Cry out
Ripping from my lungs
Escaping my throat
Aching in my heart
Making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to liveI want to scream.
All the time.
I am filled with an overflowing desire.I am filled with overflowing thought.
Bad thoughts.
In my mind echoes bad thoughts.In my mind echoes bad words.
Real words.
I hate myself.I hate myself.
Always.
I hate myself.I hate myself.
Is followed.
By shut up.Shut up.
I just wish.
It could shut up.I would shut up.
My mind.
Would shut off.I want to scream.
Shout.
Cry out.
Ripping from my lungs.
Escaping my throat.
Aching in my heart.
Making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to live.
Do I want to live?
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Peaceful Darkness
PuisiCollection of depressing poetry This is my story. My life laid out for you. Take from it what you will. This story is CONTINUED in "When The Sun Rises You May Ne Burned "