#iquit
The waves are calling me
I think it’s time I go now
The thoughts are crashing inside my head
Like the waves crash on the shore
Maybe if I listen to their calling
And get immersed into the depth of the ocean
They will decimate me once and for all
And finally, I will be in peace. With no hurt, no emotion
I certainly don’t mean anything to anyone
I think it’s time I go and untie the knot
I got caught in the mayhem. My mind is drained
From asking thyself, whether to quit or not?
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
Dear ____
Was there really no such option left...
Why did u choosed an eternal rest..
Were u really so fed up with such small life's tests...
That u left ur beautiful dreams nest...
_Lost
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
Now that I'm awake, I once again realised what I've lost.
I guess I'm just used to being used around and tossed.
If you can make mistakes, but I can't...
I just keep wondering who really is my friend.
Now that I'm sober, I can finally see them appart.
Those who dropped me when things got hard.
Those who are still near me even though I made a fuss.
All aline, an empty line, no one cares thus...
All alone an empty world with only those who are near.
Forced to care by blood or court, I'm seeing so clear.
Am I so difficult to love, in moments of despair.
With come and go perspective, I just don't think it's fair.
All those who read this might understand.
For this last poem, is for all those who denied my hand.
All alone at last, I will finally give up on you.
For I am human, nothing more, no one understands me too.
For this last poem I will walk alone, awake my rust.
For it will be hard for me to ever, ever gain more trust.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
My head’s drenched,
I lack an umbrella.
My clothes are soaked,
I lack a jacket.
My chin’s to the puddles,
So my brow drags the oil
And I’d crack if I had to smile,
If I had to say, “thank you,”
Just one more time
Under rain, under shame, and the
Laughing gods above.
With a sliver of scorn,
I do muster one more
“Thank you,”
As I’ve got my pay;
Cashed my last inch of dignity
And quickly lost
When I do the math and see
That I’d spent more on gas
As opposed to what I line my
Pockets with –
Lint and little more.
With a dwindling fuel,
Both in belly and beast,
I leave for the ends of existence
Knowing full well,
I’d return, I’d come home,
And when I can’t have food
I steal this simple moment,
A special kind of sustenance wherein –
I don’t want to see my wife,
My brother, or my mother.
I don’t want to see anyone or anymore.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Nigh on twenty years I've been your slave
The scars you've inflicted I hope to erase
My freedom I hope to save
To a life free of smoke I want to embrace
These ***** and chains have weighed me down for too long
Casting them away will be no mean task
But I know I can do it as long as I stay strong
This illusion of false gratification I will unmask
And so I'm asking you to be understanding
For this life of slavery I'm going to be ending
For this demon will be difficult to outwit
No matter how easy it is to say I Quit
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC