My poetry

I don't know anymore

I sit here as the flowers die
And I think I can hear the spirits of my soul cry
I wish I could understand my emotions instead of just asking why
I think about this in my bed as I lie
Sometimes I often ask why I could never do anything right
I think I think about life and wonder why humans try to survive as they fight
I don't think there is truly any light
Nothing ever seems at all bright
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing sight
I let the venom slip into my body from the spiders bite
I don't think I should feel much fright
Everything turns dark instead of white
It's more pitch black as no moon is showing into the night

I don't see the big deal of wanting to live life to the fullest
It just shatters me like a thousand bullets
The hands drag me down as they are pulling
Their voices are so lulling

I don't understand why things always turn out this way
But there isn't anything I want to say
I don't want to be in the suns rays
Tired of hearing that it'll be okay
I make the 'rude' things I say clear as day
I don't know why the world seems to want me to suffer and pay

I can't stop everything that happens
I'm tired of snapping
My foot does this annoying, continuous tapping
I seem to never want to wake up and keep up my endless napping
No matter how hard I try, my tears and fear keep overlapping
I'm sick of life's endless trapping
My feelings keep cracking
Trying to cover it up with endless laughing