This isnt one poem. its a collection of stanzas and they dont necessarily relate to one another. Since i cant upload a story right now, i thought i could put up some old stuff. Vote and comment if you like it. :)
Monotony is a curse
I would know
The frustration, it rises
The aggression, it grows
The eyes, theyre void
Of any emotion
If you look more closely
Its blind devotion
The silence, it chokes me
My cries, no-one hears
My own desires
Cut through me like spears
Ive seen my grave
Many a time
Its damp and rotten
Just like my life
Ive seen joy
yet so foreign it seems
Why cant I too
Live my dreams
Im merely floating
Through the walls that devour me
Im simply laughing
At the words that kill me
There is no pain
There is no glee
There is only a shell
That carries me
YOU ARE READING
Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x