I am everything that I can be
So let this all just end for me
I’ve said my piece and played my part
And it’s set in stone; I’m faint of heart
This world grows crueler as each day dawns
Brutal and fit for kings not pawns
I am not one among that class
And I have not the will to last
I’m tired of this pain and hurt
And have no delusions of self worth
Regardless of the future pain
I wish not to wake again
I am of no consequence
No sung hero of grand event
Just this sorry bag of meat
Who finds living too great a feat
So let me go, just let me sleep
So my soul forgets to weep
Forgets the darkness within sick mind
And so only peace will find
Sorry dear hearts in advance
Sorry for this wasted chance
Too weary from these days of despair
I am the selfish one, tis fair.
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That is beautifully horrid. I love it. It is relatable and honest. It’s perfect.
Thank you for your compliment. I just like trying to write the miserable me through poetry. While mindless ranting and tl:dr are totally something I do and do often. Go brain. Poetry just makes it easier for me.
Thank you again.
It is so negative; I must apologize because I’m unable to understand your misery since we are far too different from each other as human beings..
Misery is a pretty subjective thing after all. I fear most of my poetry reflects the nastier side of my emotions. I lack the will to write much of the courage calling or optimistic ones. Since they usually focus on my silly brain. Thank you for the feedback though.