Discord

A cursed game, a wretched life
I cannot escape all these lies.
I feel the hurt, I feel the pain
What more can I do to stop this endless rain.
These clouds above, my fear in the shade,
Makes all the bitter grow, in this pit I have made.
Too late right now, too far I have come,
Too much I have sacrificed, much more than some.
My mind in peril, my heart on fire
I can never seem to get that which I desire.
Break me down, steal my soul,
Just take me away from this wretched hole.

Reviews

[Aura]

I've read your poem but the title is what intrigues me, discord... do you mean the social media app? I'm so sorry you had a negative experience with it, I personally like it but it's probably the servers I'm in that's what makes our experiences different too right. Hopefully it got better for you, social media servers can either be a positive effect or negative effect on people, so hopefully you got a break from it.

[Webster]

Haha...no it is not the social media platform. There is a story behind this one that stems in disagreement and inability to see my side of life. And in the end i am publicised as the victimiser. That is quite literally the cursed game.