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Apr 2016
The days are ******* ridiculeous
I feel like ******* dying
So much hurt and pain filled in one day
I ******* can't stand it
Do I keep this assinine smile up
Knowing full well it's fake?
I can' t take much more of this *******
It's all phony to begin with
I'm hurting here
But nobody is paying no mind
Can I find someone sincere
Or is it just lies
And no one really cares
They ******* say they do
But it's hard to believe
Give them a moment
And they disappear
Out the door they go
Like rabbits in a field
******* gone and it's hard
To get a word in
No, suicide is looking pretty good
So ******* good it's unreal
Take away this feeling
I want not to feel
Maybe numbing the pain is the answer
But that's the cowardly way out
I want to just to die
And be rid of it all
Is there anything worth living for
Any hope that can save this wretched soul?
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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