Angst 2

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Crying is the sound
that breaks the silence.
A body crumpled on the ground,
a victim of the violence.
Anger filtered through the air
on words that were meant to scare.
A hand that dared to touch skin so fair
at one time was filled with care.
The body gets up from the floor
remembering a time of so much more,
But what emotions can you pour
into a mind that wants to even the score?
Seeking to find the one that opened their mind,
you can only hope that this will end in peace.
(But) what happened to them must be replied to in kind
(So) they must perish, so that this may cease.


Hate
I hate you.
I'm not sure if I ever liked you.
Hate may be a strong word
But is it as strong as the dislike I have for you?
You make my life a living hell
A leach sucking the life out of everything good.
If you were dead
I don't think I would cry.
That may make me a cold hearted bitch
But anything would be better than living with you.


My Own Private Hell
Constant bereavement
Nonstop yelling
Forever contempt.
That's what my life is like.
Nothing I do is good enough for you.
So why should I even try anymore?
You never want me there,
I'm a constant reminder of everything bad.
You could care less about my life.
You're only worried about yourself.
God forbid you have to do something for me.
Am I that much of a screw up?
I'm constantly told to "shut up."
"Go away" is another of my favorites,
Why am I even alive?
According to you I seem to have no purpose.
I mean, I never use my brain
And I can't do anything right.
So why am I here?
I have no idea, so maybe I should leave.
After all, isn't everything my fault?


Silent All These Years
A cry for help in the still of the night.
Ignored, pushed aside, it never happened.
Just keep on going, the same as always
Until you explode and nothing is the same again.
Your feelings don't matter, hide them inside.
Everything is repetitive, then one day everything changes.
You're dead to the world, a robot of yourself.
You decide to end it, why should you continue?
You hate your life and just want it over.
If only your cry had been heard.


Existence
You have no past
You have no future
You exist only for today.
Yesterday never happened
Tomorrow won't come.
You live for the moment.
But the moment never comes.

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