DARK POETRY
My dark poetry page...most of these are written by myself, and some are not...all poems have the authors names at the bottom.. Enjoy....
running fast away from myself running away from all the feelings ive felt blinded by the sadness going sane with madness many ppl cry lots of ppl die but some wont even say goodbye reaching for the grip on reality searching my self for the old me all i want is to be happy all is gone all is lost its just an unstealthy cost my feelings will never be the same dull and neutral they will remain i use to cry in bed wishing every night i was dead but now i dont care i dont care if ppl laugh, point or stare my feelings are gone theyre no longer there its not right its just not fair now i cry inside i no longer have feelings to hide but its ok b/c i can do it i wont give up i'll never quit my dark halls will once again be lit i can close my eyes and remember all of my happy things, sad things, and the things i fear and watch as it etches down my cheek, a tear. written by Myself...
gone even tho ive gotten help i still have problems tha are undelt i dont feel right at all who do i go to? who do i talk to? who do i call? i feel so sick maybe i still need help and quick i dont feel sad i dont feel mad and yet im so unglad my feelings are plain and dull and neutral i think they will remain i will never ever be the same at night i cried wondering why i havent died and now i cry inside like a lost child with out its mother its not me its not me its just a cover i dont feel like me its just another :'( i want to feel the same way used to but i dont think theres nothing i can do my life has come unglued wheres my happyness? wheres my gladness? now i feel nothing not even sadness just sickness
untitled killing my self is the only way, for me to have a brand new day. i think about it day and night, and why i have to live this life. i think about wanting to be, like all the normal kids i see. at night i cry and the reason...i will always hide. i smile and laugh b/c i hold it all in, i dont want ppl to know how sad i have been. i fight to hide the pain inside. i press the blade against my skin and think about it over and over again. *is this the thing to do? will anyone even miss u? nows the time to make the choice, do i even have one?* thoughts running through my head, it doesnt make sense what everyone says. i want a new life, im tired of crying, im tired of this sickness inside of me, no one can help, not even therapy. this feels like the thing to do, i just want my life to be a new by Myself
untitled i close my eyes and feel the pain inside with no more tears for me to cry i raise my head to what is said but no one is there i feel like im watchd thats why i stare no one likes me no one cares looking at the ceiling no one knows what im feeling watching as time passes by i lay in bed asking my self why? no more tears for me to shed no one will miss me when im dead i dont have to worry about what ppl said the pounding pain inside my head i cant take it anymore the pain is an unhealing sore by myself
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