Be alone for eternity?
If love is real I don’t see
I don’t feel, and it’s hurting me
Trapped alone, in my own
Prison hiding in my home
Burning deep within my hell
Yearning for a wishing well
To cast a coin
Make a wish
Listen for the swish
Water echoes hopes and dreams
Of those with ropes and streams
Of tears, falling down their face
For years feeling out of place
Tying knots, getting chairs
Feel forgot like no one cares
Step off, fall, fade away
Then people act fake and say
They’re all shocked, and surprised
But when it’s all summarized
It’s them who caused it all
They made you want to fall
Never have they shown you love
Until it’s time to start to shove
Your cold body in the grave
While they pray for god to save
Your soul, from your suicide
Their own sin is too much to hide
Yet you’re damned to hell?
After they watched your body swell?
Back when being beaten by that stranger
It was clear your life was in danger
Yet they turned and walked away
And you learned that’s just another day
No one cares
All they do is laugh and stair
Now back to that wish
We all know what we want.
We just want a confidant
Someone to hug us when we cry
Someone to give us a reason why
We should even stay alive.
One person to show us love
One person for us to love
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I hate this, it feels like tiny little pieces all put together in a jumbled mess…. I feel like there’s so many different styles of writing in this and too many themes and it’s just an unorganized mess…. I don’t know I wanted to try to get out of my normal structure, but I’m uncertain how well it went, some of these bits would be great in their own things with other things around them I feel like though, I like bits and pieces but argh…. I just posted this in the comments because the thing is already really long, and it may actually get confusing if I put it up there :/
Thank you for reading though if you did, and also I do hope that you have a great day ^_^
u really write that? or u copy it from somewhere?
Wrote it, I wish I copied it, only I am to blame for it being absolute shit.
I find beauty in your expression
of your poetic confession
Do what makes you happy
even if no one is clapping
i feel soon you will find that with time your rhymes will linger in their minds and tingle up their spine
all it takes is practice
a few swipes to ignite the match stick
make your goals a habit and soon you’ll surely have it
Thanks much for the kind words. :/