Poetry

Hate

The feeling of hate sits deep inside me,
as I watch the world trundle on around me.
Life is hard- Life is tough.
Harder than this, people won.
Sit down beside me tell me how you feel
Is it just me or does this not feel real?
Sitting down just makes me think
The horror and the trauma of this loss
The loss of time, writing this poem right now,
The loss of life, feeling like I can't succeed.
Maybe I can't, maybe no one can
Life is just a game
We just need to survive
Survival of the fittest, who will drop first?
Drinking alcohol to quench your thirst,
You will not last, neither will the drugs
Just take them and watch the earth spin by as you are back to where you first started
What's the point anymore?
We all know the game
Maybe I can end it fast and we can forget the name
Or maybe I'll just leave it and ride the storm
The stormy oceans, with the hazy skies
Why do we wonder about people wasting lives?
It's not clear where to go or what to do
Maybe it would be different if I was someone new