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I'm the guy in the back of the room, I am the guy staring at the moon, I am the guy that you never see. But I just want someone to love me. People won't stop staring, It's like I have a disease, They walk by without caring, I am dying mentally, What is wrong with wanting attention, Why won't you just ******* listen, Where's the love God had mentioned, Or was that all just fiction, I'm alone, I have no friends, I'm overlooked, once again, Nothing to lose, because I never win, I want to die, is this the end, My thoughts are my worst enemy, Contemplating all this pain, Am I to suffer indefinitely, Should I rip out my ******* veins, Once again, I've caged myself, Made a noose and hung myself, Why can't I just get some help, My body is tense and I am weak, I just wish I could get some sleep, Another night spent alone, Why can't god throw me a bone, I am sick of lying, But I cant stop crying, I am done with trying, Now you know I'm dying, I am just so ******* sick, I'm so tired of this **** I swear to god this is it, But I will make this quick, Pull it back until it clicks, I won't even feel the kick, Bury me as I go stiff, Drift away into the rift.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Mental Trauma
I'm the guy in the back of the room, I am the guy staring at the moon, I am the guy that you never see. But I just want someone to love me. People won't stop staring, It's like I have a disease, They walk by without caring, I am dying mentally, What is wrong with wanting attention, Why won't you just ******* listen, Where's the love God had mentioned, Or was that all just fiction, I'm alone, I have no friends, I'm overlooked, once again, Nothing to lose, because I never win, I want to die, is this the end, My thoughts are my worst enemy, Contemplating all this pain, Am I to suffer indefinitely, Should I rip out my ******* veins, Once again, I've caged myself, Made a noose and hung myself, Why can't I just get some help, My body is tense and I am weak, I just wish I could get some sleep, Another night spent alone, Why can't god throw me a bone, I am sick of lying, But I cant stop crying, I am done with trying, Now you know I'm dying, I am just so ******* sick, I'm so tired of this **** I swear to god this is it, But I will make this quick, Pull it back until it clicks, I won't even feel the kick, Bury me as I go stiff, Drift away into the rift.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
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