Only A Matter Of TimeA Poem by SmileBig :)Just...words coming out of my mind.
Words bounce around in my head,
But never come completely to the surface. It's like, they exist...but just barely, Yet they still haunt my days...even when I'm half alive. These words can be thrown when I'm in my deepest state, The state of depression where I talk to no one, And I do nothing...I sit, like a zombie, waiting to die, And then the words come and attack me. I am nothing. I wish to the stars and the moon that I wasn't alive, These thoughts appear out of thin air it seems, And I don't want to deal with the cold anymore! This world is so cold, so dark! So...so completely disturbing. Perhaps we try along with our everlasting "love" and hearts, To live just one more day, and to breath a few thousand breaths. But my question is; why does life exist, if we just coast along? Why do we have to breathe? Why would we want to? It's a dark place here...a cool and mysterious death chamber. Yes, a death chamber. For we all die; thus this will be our place of death. Death lives within our bodies, and words lie within our minds, But once we put them together, it is only a matter of time.
© 2012 SmileBig :)Reviews
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16 Reviews Added on December 10, 2012 Last Updated on December 10, 2012 AuthorSmileBig :)AboutHi! How are you all doing? Writing, teaching, and math are my passions, if you're curious. I have so much love for math. It makes me feel alive. more..Writing
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