Useless Soul

Stranded out here with nothing but dreams
Diseased by hope that is never fulfilled
instead I'm distilled by anger
and now I'm pathetic
Just a useless soul ready to die

What's all this happiness being handed out
Of course, I'm the last in line
How can I pretend to friends and relatives?
I can't do this anymore
but I have to try for their sake

Stranded out on some strange road
Instead of tarmac it's a rising tide
that sweeping in my mind
it bruises me yet no one else notices
Maybe I deserve this for believing in it

Yeah, I want nothing else
I won't.. not for one second
act as though this has controlled my life
I am who I am, it is not a construct
but it explains a lot

Reviews

[Dark Poet]

It's sad to see everyone try so hard to cover up pain from everyone, sometimes so they won't even admit it to themselves it's making them fall apart. A beautiful read.

[Girl With A Pen]

An amazing poem. I have felt this way many, many times. Thank you for sharing

[Luna Zerimar]

If only...

...If only....