Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day...
With tear filled eyes, I write,
Tears soaking this ink filled page...
Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a f**k up in life
Maybe things would be better if I wasn't alive...
I don't know what happiness is
I wish I really did...
The mind is but a battlefield of pain,
Decapitating ev'ry joyful thought...
I wake each morning a new battle,
one that I can't possibly ignore...
I want to scream, I want to cry,
Some days, I just want to die...
In this wasteland i scream,
no one around for miles...
This gut wrenching loneliness that I feel within,
There is an emptiness inside that's bound to win...
Brick by Brick
My walls rise...
You are like a shadow
Mimicking my emotions...
Not even a poem. More of a venting session.
Laughter. Joy. Excitement...