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May 2013
Why must i be angry,
Why cant i be happy,
Im stuck with this disease,
It slowly eats at me,
Causing pain and suffering,
Instea of the good things im enjoying,
The pain, the evil,
Cause that is my seal,
My call, my path,
I leave behind a trail of wrath.
See it on the ground, an on their faces,
I am the thing that thrives in dark places,
I listen to the rock and the metal,
But i have no purpose and im like the kettal,
Only talked about as if im a joke,
I have a purpose, i hope you all choke,
This is my life, its not yours,
Shut up and leave or you blood will pour,
Flow down the streets, feed the rats,
Cause thats where ur body will be left at,
The forgotten place,
The evil space,
The longforgotten sorrow,
Youll find me tomorrow,
Sittin right here, not a change in mind,
But thats because they left me behind,
Suffering within my own head,
Please **** me or let yourselves be dead,
None shall survive,
None shall thrive,
Just take this from me,
And let me be,
Take my anger,
Leave me with laughter,
Im tired of being mad,
Id wrather be sad,
But i dont care,
Just dont sit there and stare.
Im stuck in a state of semi anger,
Just dont touch or youll go over,
Over the side,
Theres nowhere to hide,
Your dead now,
I dont know how,
But ur gone so it doesnt matter,
How you hit the ground, look at the blood splatter.

Stuck between two names,
Stuck between two destinies,
Will I go up in flames,
Or will I be consumed by the beast in me,
I want find my place,
In this world that empties me,
But I want to disappear without a trace,
But that I know can never be,
One or the other,
I must choose,
Should I find love with another,
Or all of it will i lose.
Noah
Written by
Noah  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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