Written 3/1/2020 3:25am
I hate this place
The breathless space that I live in
I wish I could kill everything in
It.
Each day that passes
I grow more impatient
Just to burn it all to the ground
Charred embers all around.
I hate the sound.
I hate the feeling
Of being hopeless to change
It.
I'd strangle the next person
I saw with the promise
To end it all.
To no longer stall
And live a life that was
Never meant for me.
Not my destiny.
The pressure following defeat
Can be brutal.
Not frugal in a way
To improve you.
A hellish cruel joke
Turned into a miserable reality.
Such a travesty.
The wish to die
In fallacy.
The peace to no longer
Want to try to change
Acceptably.
The frustration of never being loved
Correctly.
A damaged heart
That no longer beats to live
But just to exist.
A sick tryst of a devil's deal
Never made.
Gods forbade it.
A miracle could erase it...
If the sad truth is finally
Embraced.
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Survivor's Remorse
PuisiSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
