What's going on inside me.

Don’t try my phone,

I just want to be left alone,

My mind feels so weak,

I don’t wish to speak,

Sadness fills my bones,

My heart, nobody owns.

I’m searching for my purpose,

Feeling forever worthless,

All I can do is cry,

I just really want to die.

Author's Note

I wrote from the heart, I wrote my current feelings :P

so far it's the only poem i have written this week that i thoought was any good..hope you like it.

Reviews

[Kathleen Burlas]

And just when I though I was the only one feeling this. The feeling was there. There's so much pain and hunger for love. I can somehow relate into this. Each line is full of emotions. Keep it up girl :)) Your writings are very strong.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I can relate to this. I love this write, filled with tons of emotion and heart. I love that. Nice author's note as well. Your writing is good, really good, and I enjoy reading it. You put a lot of emotion and heart into little spaces with poems like these. That is a lot of power and heart. :)

[minisla]

Man there is so much pain and anguish expressed in the majority of your poetry.
Time out spend some quality time to discover who you are and what you want to obtain from life. Enjoying your poetry but scary at the same time.

[Aehr]

nice... feelings well expressed than bottled up. I liked it.

[K-mo]

great poem, I think a lot of people can relate to this one because I know I can

[stars are far]

This made me feel like im happy inside
It is so nice ... And i liked the sound of this..
:)

[Alex Crow]

Depressing, but it's a good write. You've captured the feeling of depression and lonlines in a bottle and turned them into words. :)

[Mercelus]

Its as if you took the words right out of my head.

"I’m searching for my purpose,
Feeling forever worthless"
perfect use of words.

wonderful writing.

[Octob3r Star]

Death is no good there homie ; ) awesome write

[InfiniteInk]

That's one of the realest poems I've read, sometimes people mistake poems about self-destruction as suicidal but I always see them as release, that's ecstasy of your poem, release.
I can relate oftentimes I dream of oblivion.
Genuine write.