I wanna sit
I wanna scream
I wanna run around
And destroy everything.
My head is pounding,
My eyes are burning.
I can't take much more of this.
Too much is happening,
I want it all to stop.
But I've got no control.
The control is gone,
And the f**k ups have started.
I wanna smash whatever is in front of me
I want to hurt those who have hurt me
I want to cry so badly.
I want to fall asleep
And never return to this place.
What once brought me joy
Now makes the tears come harder
What once was my strenght
Has been taken from me.
Leaving me alone.
I wanna scream,
I wanna cry....
I don't know how much more I can take.
I wanna..........
all the emotion that you deliver in this piece is really felt, makes me think of two things: 1 are lyrics to my friends song called Control Myself where he goes:
"Wanna punch, wanna fight, but I won't
I can barely pay car insurance in the Garden State
Or my cell phone
A rap sheet with a pink slip is an outfit that I don't wanna rock
To the unemployment office or the pawn shop
I tried that
Squirrel guns and bears traps
Such is life for blue-collar white lower-middle-class
In a pop culture that sees more dollars than mom's culture
How can I walk taller like that movie says I oughta?
Paint billboards with blood on middle finger from slit wrist
With nine-digit back-up
So code-crack this
Walked eight green miles to The Emerald City
'Cause a yellow brick gold road won't tempt me
I'm not trendy."
And the 2nd thing is my poem called Locked In, please read & you'll see how alike and different they really are. nice post, thanks for sharing.
all the emotion that you deliver in this piece is really felt, makes me think of two things: 1 are lyrics to my friends song called Control Myself where he goes:
"Wanna punch, wanna fight, but I won't
I can barely pay car insurance in the Garden State
Or my cell phone
A rap sheet with a pink slip is an outfit that I don't wanna rock
To the unemployment office or the pawn shop
I tried that
Squirrel guns and bears traps
Such is life for blue-collar white lower-middle-class
In a pop culture that sees more dollars than mom's culture
How can I walk taller like that movie says I oughta?
Paint billboards with blood on middle finger from slit wrist
With nine-digit back-up
So code-crack this
Walked eight green miles to The Emerald City
'Cause a yellow brick gold road won't tempt me
I'm not trendy."
And the 2nd thing is my poem called Locked In, please read & you'll see how alike and different they really are. nice post, thanks for sharing.
For me poetry is about emotion, and most of the time when I write I try not to edit too much, if at all, because I believe that it'll only dimish the emotion. For the last few years writing has helpe.. more..