I never felt so lonely in my life
Now tasting the sorrow of tears
Bitterness of the poisoned words
They keep screaming non-senses
I cry when I give them a color in my heart
Blacker than a black hole
My mind is played by evil streams
In the shadow of the dark sun
I’m destroyed, I’m in their cage
Live alone, die alone
Illusions seem to be reality
Sickness of a soul
Pain is a way of living
Wasting my skill of surviving
I’m going down, falling from the sky
Insane. Madness. Creepy.
They terrify me with their thoughts
Under my bed is safer than outside the room
Drugs save my mind
I can’t hate, I’m just afraid
Always a child inside
Writing my death with seashells
Asking the stars if they want to help
Catch the idea, save me.
Do you wish to go away from the people which are right now around you, the people you meet everyday?
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This is the feeling of my poem, yes
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I’ve felt the exact same thing. It makes me angry that how come they so easily can make me feel destroyed and themselves be totally happy all the times.
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