How I feel.

This is something that deserves to be shared.

After every night I sit alone,

Dreaming about the one,

Who will come take me from,

This horrible place called Earth.

But instead I take the sharp paintbrush,

To my already stained canvas wrists,

Nobody notices how I avoid being touched,

Nor does anybody care about the silent screams.

I cannot wait around for him anymore,

I need to save myself before I die forever,

But instead I keep painting a picture,

A picture that will last forever.

On my wrists is that picture,

And I fear I will not be able,

To stop painting until the end,

Of my life as I know it.

Reviews

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

wow, amazing poem, love this poem
wow

[Inject Positivity]

Awwwww!!!! This is beautiful.I think the feelings of a person is passionately quoted here.It feels like the background is an unknown world....Thumbs up!!! Good work mate....