As I sit chained to the wall,
I curl into a ball.
As my friends plunges to her death,
I watch as she takes her last breath.
I sit with my head in my hands,
I work quietly as my emotions are canned.
I look at my house that is burnt to a crisp,
The flames die, as does my fading bliss.
I look around me as everyone laughs,
It’s as if everyone is given laughing gas.
They all laugh at me,
Andmy scars that will always be.
I wander down the dark hall,
Only to run into a wall.
I turn and trip down some stairs,
I wander alone because nobody cares.
Everyone has left me,
I am forever alone I see.
Where did my friends go?
I guess this is how it will be so.
The more it breaks apart
With every thrown dart,
My heart slowly breaks in half,
I cry… while everyone laughs.
As my emotions take control,
I feel as if I am losing my soul.
I reach out looking for a hug,
But I only touch the walls of the hole that’s been dug.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoésieThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...