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Xoe 1d
They say everything happens for a reason,
the good, the bad, the sad, the happy,
but than why have all these years of suffering,
brought her nothing,
she sits through every day with a pure heart,
yet all her days are dreadful days,
why is a woman who's never been anything but kind,
punished so?
Why is my mother the one who has to go through this,
put it on me,
I deserve this,
not her.
It hurts me to hear her happy one minute than the next saying she had the worst day of her life,
it hurts me when her boyfriend hits her,
it hurts me that I'm too far away to help,
it hurts me that she spends all of her time trying to get to me,
all this pain and hurt you put on her,
its all pointless!
Just let her live a happy life,
if someone has to be punishes let it be me,
hurt the one who deserves it.
Despite all the concepts,
Driving the thought train.
The stare remains the same.
Suppose you love, suppose you don't.
The smoke will settle ,
And you’ll see the baize was green,
Evidence points to playing a game.
Kyle Sep 30
I kept waiting;
But it was all pointless.
I was useless;
To think that you won't be leaving.
But you did;
You misled me,
And that's how it ended.
Tony Tweedy Aug 26
To dream, to love, to hope... is to live.
To be without dream, love, hope is to merely exist.
I exist... but once I lived.
Tony Tweedy Jun 25
There is a scream that lives inside born of endless pain.
It takes me down by every thought residing in my brain,
So hard for me to keep a world that resembles even being sane.

A feeling of sad deep despair grown from within my inner core,
I feel it rise again and know that it is here to stay forever more.
So long the question I've asked myself "what do I go on for?"

There must be a reason and there has to be some way...
So many are the wounds that lead me to souls dark decay,
Struggling to find reason to go on even just for one more day.

When you know that love and hope and dreams are long dead,
How to stop the dark thoughts congealing within your head?
What is there left to keep your world sane and a soul well fed?

You know you gave everything and it has all become to tough,
And the face I show now to the world is all a front and only bluff.
When all the future I know lays ahead just cant be enough.

I have become pointless and a soul so depressed....
Not yet expired, but a ghost of who I was, not yet laid to rest.
And by my own judgement I have failed life's every test.
"I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky.... and one by one they disappear"..... Jeff Wayne... How sad when the last bird flies never to be seen again.... I feel my birds have flown and only winter and darkness are ahead.
To Question Is To Understand
To Understand Is To Suffer
To Suffer Is To Live
B-J-M Apr 29
let's be honest;
there will probably
still
be sunshine
when
          she's
                   gone
Tony Tweedy Apr 21
All I have are the footprints that show where I have been.
Passing natures beauty and all the faces that I have seen.

The empty road ahead seems darker than it ever has before.
My mind whispers to me that it cant do this life much more.

I have seen the things aplenty and I am tired of the view.
My days are filled with replay and there is never any new.

I'm not afraid to end it and it certainly holds little fright.
Yet I see others fighting to survive so to end it cant be right.

A sense of being trapped like a mouse treading upon a wheel.
Just knowing that until the last I breathe that this how I will feel.

Do you know these feelings and the empty lonely days?
To wake upon to the morning to curse the suns new shinning rays?

Like you I know not when or if this today will be my last.
But I wont mourn a life of no future and of only never ending past.

Tired of the expectations of what life compels each and all to do...
And loneliest of all my empty days no one dear to say "I love you".

My life is but a long memory of someone no longer there.
I who have no purpose, destined to vanish as if smoke upon the air.
Feeling very unwell and oh so very tired.
Anais Mar 17
I was purchased for beauty,
An orchid instead of a sunflower,
For pure and timid beauty is a natural beauty,
And I, stocked in that kitchen, let eyes linger,
I let fingers graze my petals, until alas,
I was worn out, my petals fell,
turned brown and crumbly and ugly,
so no more eyes lingered, no more fingers
grazed, no more beauty kept,
My stem fell, dried by the aimless
torture of pointless living,
Irrigated only for show, only
for maintenance of beauty, yet
my core was already rotten,
already old, already exhausted,
I was discarded off without a second
glance back, my petals gone,
my stem broken and I gone.
A last hurrah for the life
never lived.
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