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ShadowMan24h Jan 2015
There is a person whom I love
And who could never understand
The extent of how much
I simply want to hold her hand
There is a person whom I love
That is always there for me
Through thick and thin
She is always right beside me
There is a person whom I love
That can always understand
Just how much pain I feel
Deep down inside
There is a person whom I love
That I love with all my heart
And that is the reason
That we shall never part
There is a person whom I love
That tries to make me love myself as much as I love her
But we both know deep inside
That it will never work
There is a person whom I love
That I know one day will leave me
Because of the darkness known as depression
That constantly surrounds me
There is a person whom I love
That will one day be driven away
Because no matter how much I hope and pray
My depression won't let her stay
This is for my amazing girlfriend who I will never stop loving
ShadowMan24h Jan 2015
Heaven alludes me
Hell awaits me
For it is brought forth
By the demons that surround me
Each of them bringing forth a new wave of pain
Each and everyone of them drowning me in rain
And then the angels come and spread their wings above me
Mock my failure and smile down upon me
As I beg for their forgiveness they only fly away
One by one slowly but surely
And now I'm left alone to rot in the pits of Hell
Even though I am not dead
Even though I wish I was
Heaven with its angels still continues to allude me
And Hell with its demons is still all that awaits me
ShadowMan24h Jan 2015
No matter how long I stay
No matter how long I breathe
This world will always stay the same
Corrupted and obscene
No matter who I love
No matter who loves me
This world will always stay the same
Corrupted and obscene
But if I leave this world tonight
Spread my wings and take flight
Maybe, just maybe
This world will finally be right
You see there's a prisoner,
Not trapped in any jail.
Where no amount of money could set the bail.
He was trapped in his mind, trapped in his thought.
He tried to escape for he was left to rot.
There needn't be a guard,
The voices took care of that.
As soon as thought he escaped he'd be be in a darker room.
In each room a way out, the way to his tomb.
He tried taking that way more than once.
But even though he tried he didn't have the guts.
I think that's weak
Maybe for help he should seek.
Now you may think I'm being mean
But the thing is, that person is me
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