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May 2015
Just slit my wrists and take my life away
Im tired of playing this insufferable game we call life
'Keep going it'll get better later on.' They tell me.
It's a lie. They're all lies.
This useless life given to me was an obvious mistake
The pathetic heart that beats in my chest.
The thoughts that feed my brain dreams that will never come true
No matter how hard I try to be part of the good
I'm seen as belonging with the bad
This soul I thought had I once burned like an everlasting fire
Is just a piece of black ash leftover from the aftermath.
Feeling down
Written by
TheBookKeeper
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