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loneliness presses
to fill the emptiness
of a broken heart
as anger fills the gaps
only to remind oneself
that they're alone
tears slip down the
face of an "angel"
as they beg
for their place
in heaven
 Sep 2013 Micheal Wolf
AJ
I was literally *****
Over four years ago,
And I'm not over it yet.
I feel so ******* defeated.
And I've neer stop thinking
"I might as well just **** myself now,
Because this is pretty ******* pathetic."
But I'm still here.
And I think I regret the decision
To stay in this world.
But I'm not sure.
I'm just so ******* defeated.
And I know it's up to me to fix my problems
And be my own hero
And put positivity into my life.
But I tried
And I can't
And I'm weak.
And I realize it's supposed to be hard.
But I actually can't do it.
I hate him.
And I hate you.
And I hate who I am.
And I hate
I hate
I hate.
There's a tree I see
through my bedroom opening,
a sacred tree only I see.

I climb up high
feeling life's weight crease.

I see birds dancing on winds.

Why wasn't I born with wings,
free to take flight,
would I return
or become absorbed
in awe of views.

I do my thinking here,
one with nature,
bark my solace,
branches my balance,
leafs my cover
sparkling in bright light.

I see  beauty as far as my eyes can see,
new life unfolding
surrounding me.

My sacred place
where I can be me,
dreams,
Reality,
words pour from me.

(SW)
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