All of it is sad
Because all of me is bad
Crying so much
Dangerous touch
Echoing darkness
Forgetting my joys
Grabbing onto my previous "survival skills." **
Honestly, I'd rather have myself killed
Instead of trying to balance my disproportionate mess of a life
Just a big baby is what I am
Kicking at screaming at every helping hand
Lying I would be, if I said I'm really trying
Making it work wants me to be dying
Nobody needs me
Outlook is frightening, the way I need them
Pathetic, just pathetic
Quiet I seek
Roaring loud noise rings within me
Stupid self thinks I can fix the broken piece of me
Truly, Idk why God keeps me here
Under the influence of darkness and depression and fear, simultaneously
Vacuuming all the negativity into me
Where all hope gets lost in my maze of puzzled feelings and ambitions and just everything
XOXOs coming at me from all directions
Yet I can't bring my wall down
Zeal I want to feel for my life
You know not what the future looks like
Want to? Ofc I do!
Very much so, but it is not so
Umbrella of yours has deteriorated-vulnerable to everything bad
Terrifying, how much I'm sad, how I'm bad- at life, at feelings, at being myself
Selfish little MFing poor excuse of a human being
Ready to skip to the credits w/o seeing the ending of the movie
Quit already? -I wish
Perhaps I'm just in a funk, idk what else to call this
Ofc there are open hands all around to (TRY to) flip my frown upside-down
Needy and pathetic, it is. That I am. Nobody needs me here, so Idk why I'm trying to please everyone
Making myself cry at EVERY. SINGLE. THING.
Losing the war-do I really want to? But is life something I really want to keep fighting for?
Kicking and screaming at every lending hand
Jumping into No Man's Land
Idk what I want, just something other than this.
Getting NOWHERE in life, but I cannot end it, must play by the rules, live life right
Falling into nothingness, not sure if I want back out or not
Everyone wants to help, most pity me, some want me to take another shot
Dangerously wavering on the edge
Coming back like the waves on the seashore
Beckoning me back into the nothing-numbing pain I've succumbed to
Always waiting for my next move-Idk what it'll be. Idk what I need. But please, make it all go away for me.
**(self harm, isolation, etc.)
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
