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if I could never wake up again, I'd pay a million dollars. Instead of being in pergatory where the sun shines, and the sky's blue where people laugh, and smile and yet for me all I see is the gray against the gray that is my life the sadness that fills from an everlasting well to which others quench their fill of their grief or sorrow only to leave me alone once again. there is no rock bottom no ending to the hole that I am falling through As I fall I see good things, and when I was young I believed that they meant I was going up only I realized these were the good things that people left behind as I descend into nothingness If I could **** myself I would Death does not scare me I see it as a end an escape a finale the last movement. But that's out of the question. because there is one thing left to do. To love someone and be loved with all my heart and soul. However, that too is out of the question For who would fall in love with me? The friends that I cherish I cannot leave because I care about them too muc The music that I love I care about too much But the pain and suffering that is acquainted with it is too much for me to bear. I imagine the sound of a thousand screeching nails against a chalkboard or a hundred wailing babies All I hear is the screaming in my end to quit and give up on this life. Minute by Minute Second by second. All people want in this life is to be understood. An impossible task for someone like me For who can understand me?
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
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if I could never wake up again, I'd pay a million dollars. Instead of being in pergatory where the sun shines, and the sky's blue where people laugh, and smile and yet for me all I see is the gray against the gray that is my life the sadness that fills from an everlasting well to which others quench their fill of their grief or sorrow only to leave me alone once again. there is no rock bottom no ending to the hole that I am falling through As I fall I see good things, and when I was young I believed that they meant I was going up only I realized these were the good things that people left behind as I descend into nothingness If I could **** myself I would Death does not scare me I see it as a end an escape a finale the last movement. But that's out of the question. because there is one thing left to do. To love someone and be loved with all my heart and soul. However, that too is out of the question For who would fall in love with me? The friends that I cherish I cannot leave because I care about them too muc The music that I love I care about too much But the pain and suffering that is acquainted with it is too much for me to bear. I imagine the sound of a thousand screeching nails against a chalkboard or a hundred wailing babies All I hear is the screaming in my end to quit and give up on this life. Minute by Minute Second by second. All people want in this life is to be understood. An impossible task for someone like me For who can understand me?
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
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