I feel dead; as if, nothing matters anymore.
It’s not right to kill yourself; I’ve heard it, and I know it.
It means to give up, that we should fight;
fight the problems, the depression,
fight all the hardship, and live as if nothing is wrong, right?
I’m only 13, and doing the best I can.
In my room I lie in my bed;
motionless in pain.
Is this all a dream? Please, wake me up.
I can see my life passing me by, was it all to much;
or just not enough?
I’m fighting through this the best I can;
but, it’s like a living nightmare.
I’m hanging on by a thread; but I will not let myself die.
But, I want to be alone.
I’m walking on my own.
No one knows, I lost my soul long ago.
I’ve lost the life I used to know. </3
6 comments
zawwww Q~ Q what tales are found in what you wrote. The hardship and troubles of what has become. I wish you well and i wish you luck. That the day you fight it you will be proud.
Thank you(:
no problem ^ -^
Your poetry is quite beautiful, though the hardships
are hard to conquer at the time, it’s most best to keep your
chin up. It’s hard to recover a lost soul, but I know you can
heal (:
LOVE THIS!You’re so beautiful just by this poem I hope you live a long health life!
You have expressed yourself in a talented way. I promise you that soon your perspective will shift and you will see the beauty of your heart, your life….The depth of pain you feel will be matched and even out-measured by the heights of joy you will have and recognize because of the pain you have now. Does that sound cryptic? Forgive me please.
There are 2 types of peeps. You are the better type. The richer, the wealthier, the more interesting, the passionate, the one that life is never wasted on. The other type is shallow and hurtful and no doubt is in your life giving you grief now. We all have them and they are just walking mounds of lifeless flesh and wish we were as dumb and blind and silent as they are. We just complicate their simple little selfish existence with our existence and observations. They hide and we shine the light upon their lies and devious little plots just by being ourselves. They inspire us to be as uncomfortable with our existence as they are. We see truth and they wish us dead for it. Unhook from them and you fly free. They are a ball and chain on your lovely leg made to move freely. When you finally get free you will treasure and protect it at all costs, lead others to freedom, and experience joys you cannot even imagine – and it is all designed and created just for you like a custom made puzzle box that only you can unlock and experience the wonders of. I swear to you this is the truth of your life, just as it is the truth of mine and every other life that dares to FEEL life to the core. Your pain is proof that you FEEL life to your core. – Hugs, Daggsy 🙂