Poems: Emotions Seeping Through

Dark Existence

If existing causes only pain,
Then why did I have been even born on this plain.
Sad that this is the only thing I feel,
Where hurt is the only thing that's keeping me real.
I don't know if I can keep going on like this,
Because I know it's not fake but also not a bliss.

This wretched body I am wearing,
Contain regrets that are not worth sharing.
It has built up a fortress,
Letting no one to progress.
Locking away the fragile part,
So that no one again can break its heart.

Now, life for me is just an another word,
Like how a knight swings its sword.
Or someone who does something when they're bored.
And yes, I am so sorry Lord.
But I would be lying,
If I go tell the world that I'm happy then that would be denying.

-SaCr1f1CeR