Pain, My existence
love, My fantasy
i dream of days to come
the days i hear about
when it will be better
when it wont hurt so much
I am lost
I am confused
i am crying
on the inside
I am broken
Is this poem doing what its supposed to
Am i reaching out?
Am i wasting your time
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
I sit in my room and try to imagine my future
I cant
Not for lack of imagination or lack of trying
But for the lack of purpose
I see no reason to walk on the path of others
And i see no reason to start my own
My family looks to me for the future
I smile and tell them it is bright
They do not see that i myself am in the dark
Pain
Sadness
Loneliness
But a few words to describe me
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
I'm tired...
Everyday
I die by the minute
Every hour
I cry for relief
This world is built on pain
From the banishment of Eden
To this moment
This world knows no joy
To cry is meaningless
To complain is meaningless
To die...
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
To Death be the glory
Great things it has done.
To Death be respect
For non can outrun
Oh reaper
Oh killer, slayer of men
Take me swiftly, take me gently
Take me now if you can
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
Better to have never loved, than to have loved and been left in the cold alone with a broken heart.
Better to have told me in the start that you weren't going to stay, than to let me build a mansion in which every night i will spend alone.
Better to have never said i love you, if you didn't mean forever.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 7:41 AM UTC
What i am to them is an ornament.
My value is determined by the scales they use.
Freedom is a dream that looks far from reality.
Freedom is for the full who's destined for poverty.
A puppet of their play, they control me with strings.
Make me dance the mariet and clap hands and their so called brilliance.
A pawn in their game, they expect me to win.
Feed me steroids of spiritual wisdom and belief, to become the warrior destined to free them from their doom and misery.
The mascot they use to boost their fame.
Expect me to tell the world, they're the reason i am this way.
A well disciplined, obedient good mannered boy.
Parents and teacher.
The wardens of teenagers.
The tormentors of my soul.
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 3:17 AM UTC
With a leash around my neck i bow to drink.
Commands telling me where to step and how to breath.
They claim to know what i truelly need.
Know whats best. What will make me succeed.
Yet deny me life and the right to live.
They dont trust my words, call me rash and impatiant.
Believe i'm a teenager who knows not right from wrong.
To be free, what should i do?
Runaway from home or commit teenage suicide.
They think they know best.
When really, they dont know who i am at all.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 12:33 PM UTC
Killing myself is not an option, but killing everyone around me is.
To be honest this life is a bore.
Everyday gets harder, and each step seems further away.
Am i to give up because of the challenges?
Am i to succum to their wim?
Bow like a servant and bark like a dog?
Believe their hypocrital lies and apply them to my life?
Do they wish to chain me with their instructions?
Tell me to behave when they're the ones breaking every commandment with no remorse.
Tell me to respect while they judge us for our past mistakes and point fingers while we pass.
Am i to be what they want me to be? Or be free.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
I'm not perfect, i'v made my mistakes.
I regret my past and fear the future.
The world is cursed, and it cries with the pain of loss and rejection.
Betrayal
Lies
Adultery
Love
Pawns in a game played by the heart.
Truth
Loyalty
Passion
Hope
Allusions conjured by the clouded and misguided.
Depraved souls
Dammed from birth
Humanity is dieing
Crumbling away
Loosing the battle
To an enemy seen only by reflection
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC
Who should i say my heart is given to?
The rose of my garden which has such beautiful petals
Who bestows an aroma only fit for angels
Or should i say the beauty that hath slayen the beast
The fairest of fair which chose an undeserving me
Oh who oh who should i sayest art thou?
Who keeps the key, that locks my heart.
Who has become the reason i now chirp with love
Oh who oh who is this maiden?
Oh who is my love
who is my angel
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC