I have a dillema.
Nobody is okay.
One is only a one-way call,
Another nobody can find.
Everybody is on pills
And there is no happiness.
The negativity is so thick
That I'm choking-
The knife that I've been using
Has long dulled from
Desperately trying to cut through it.
Each year has been the same
Since I was nine.
They pushed me
Into the darkness and asked me
"Can you see?"
So,
I have a dillema.
But I doubt you could help me.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poetry"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
