Black Cloud, Red Skies, Blue Eyes

I wish I could give up on everything
just so I will have nothing left
My dreams are spiteful and cruel
least life has something in common

I feel the burn of the sunlight
another day has come
What a waste of time
when I could be somewhere else
Maybe even someone worthwhile
Through all this pointless degradation
my scars still itch

I wish I could shake off this black cloud
but I'd have nothing to lean against
I can't understand anyone yet I
want the embrace I'm sure to get bored of

Long sleeved t shirts that hide the regret
Why can't I let the pain out
Does my anger offend?
I can't reach a new high when I
have never felt so low
Through all this, my stupid refrain:
My scars still itch

All feeble words inked onto paper
twisting in the breeze
Let them burn, Let them burn
No one seems to understand
unless they wrote them first

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

"My dreams are spiteful and cruel
least life has something in common"

Deep write and outlook.

[Laura Harrison]

I used to feel like this too. I really like your writing style, Elliott :)

[Lexi Villanueva]

I feel like I can connect to this.. 100

[Papercut-Sunrays]

I had a tear escaping my eyes by the last stanza. This is beautifully written. I hope you find some form of inner peace one day.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

But can you really hide the scars under long sleeves forever?
The pain is palpable...angry...felt....
Well expressed, Elliott.~xoxo~

[L4rn13]

I adore this write completely. So consuming and almost heart wrenching. I love it