Desperate, empty, cold
I am drowning in the tears of alone
Struggling to climb up from the pit of despair
But I am weak and have lost the will to keep trying
My efforts force me down under
Less that where I started
Any remnants of hope have vanished
Along with my belief in true happiness
This life is a scam
Forcing pain and misery down your throat and giving you no compensation for the struggles you face
There is no brighter tomorrow
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just the gaping abyss of anguish
Wretched be me
For I have realized there is no joy
Not in this desolate composition of sorrow
So now I say to you
Dont be fooled
The wise see what is truly there
And I see darkness
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Desperate, empty, cold
I am drowning in the tears of alone
Struggling to climb up from the pit of despair
But I am weak and have lost the will to keep trying
My efforts force me down under
Less that where I started
Any remnants of hope have vanished
Along with my belief in true happiness
This life is a scam
Forcing pain and misery down your throat and giving you no compensation for the struggles you face
There is no brighter tomorrow
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just the gaping abyss of anguish
Wretched be me
For I have realized there is no joy
Not in this desolate composition of sorrow
So now I say to you
Dont be fooled
The wise see what is truly there
And I see darkness
Just a poem I wrote forever ago