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Henry Brooke Feb 2015
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is palying a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, ***, and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given then
driven back down to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those
strings.
On behalf of a simple mortal being
******* .
Hard.
gimmick suicidal letter to whom it may concern.
David Bojay Nov 2017
passing lights
on a gloomy saturday night
when the sun is asleep
I'm wide awake questioning what I currently seek

"there's so much to go"
I THINK

I go to the restroom and feel like my energy is going down the toilet

I pause the music palying in the background
Silence the hainting voices and shower

Clean my body

Turn off the water

Shiver for 5 minutes

I forgot my towel
Ron Apr 2019
Not to insult your godlike stars
But maybe these pearls failed to see
Through the mist of recklessness
What our night meant to me

Turn back time and play it fast
It was a bless to carry your bags
From palying cards till The Night
It was all meant to be this right

As good as I may be today
I'm still the one who once betrayed
Though, I also suffered with you
But sencerely not as great

I don't know what would have happend
I silently demand you not to be sad
Cause i know i would have been happy
If I had taken that path
a bit of reckless teenage love
but i look back without regret

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