Why?A Poem by Alone In A Crowd
Why? Why? Why?
The constant question, That pulsates through my blood, Like jolts of energy. Yet it's the most difficult question of all, Not what? Or when? Or how often? I don't really understand why, Only that I need to feel something; It's like I'm living in a world That's detached from reality. A zombie-like state of mind and body, Watching the blood reminds me that I'm alive, It doesn't hurt much. But somehow it makes me feel better. Until I realise; once again, That the method I use is sadistic Like my skin, It engraves my mind also. I keep every unhappy emotion that I can to myself. It's not healthy, I'm like a flame in a glass bottle, When I use up all the oxygen, I burn out, but then... I explode. © 2013 Alone In A CrowdAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 23, 2013 Last Updated on May 23, 2013 AuthorAlone In A CrowdUnited KingdomAboutHi, I'm 15 and live in the United Kingdom. I started writing after my English teacher began helping me cope with the things I'm going through. I definately prefer poems and trying to add meaning to th.. more..Writing
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