Why.....? ( so called clean version )

by morbid_luv_story   Mar 19, 2007


I'm tired of writing poems
Just to express how crappy I truly feel.
I'm sick of always being so down,
And feeling like nothing really matters anymore.
All the words some how explain me
And whats going on inside
But whats the point in it anymore?
Why cant I just talk to someone
And have that shoulder to cry on?
Nobody wants to listen to all my problems,
They never even pay attention.
And the person that would is fed up with it.
Well so am I.
I'm so freaking sick of it!
All the drama and self-conciseness.
And that guilt and regret that pounds through my veins
From all my selfish indulgences.
Every bit of insanity caused from no freedom
And never being able to have my life.
One day it'll get better,
God...I hope!!!
But like I said...
Whats the sense in writing this?
When nobody will help me put all this pain to ease.
This is only just a few thoughts
That I write to free from my soul,
All I want is someone there,
Like you see in the movies,
And is willing to care.
To truly be my friend and listen to my fears,
But someone to make me happy
And rip these chains out
From deep within.
We all need someone to love us,
And to feel important.
But all I have is this pen and paper,
While ImI'mitting here alone once again,
With all those messed up thoughts in my head.
I guess it makes me feel better,
And helps me escape this never-ending depression.
I don't know what I'd do without it!
This is why I write,
To help ease all my pain.
Sometimes I just want it to all end.
If you read this and feel like you're not the only
One, I guess that'll make me feel better.
To let you know I have a lonely life,
And memories that remind me of all my sins.
Take some time to comment,
If you feel its right.
And if you doon't understand
I'm glad your lifes not slipping through your hands.
Just one thing to remember, if you are where I"m at,
Things WILL get better!

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