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The silent sigh reaches my ear

It’s getting harder and harder to hear

Yet I can smell the tiniest ounce of my fear

It’s all for losing the one I hold dear

 

I’ve got to get it all out of my head

I’d much rather not dread

I’d much rather be dead

Yet I’m falling apart thread by thread

 

And as I drift from all my common sense

I start to realize my incompetence

All my lack of simple intelligence

Seeing all of my negligence

 

Softly the pain hits me

Like being happy and free

Like never screaming out a plea

Silent and bloody like a killing spree

 

Shallow and simplistic as all my doubt

I fall in deeper until I start to thin out

My memories I remember nothing about

All that is in my head is a never ending drought

 

All my thoughts seems to be weighing me down

Feels like I’m about to drop my home made crown

Like I’m finally deep enough to drown

Not a wonder that I am to die in this ghost town

 

And as my days turn to hours

There’s nothing left that’s ours

Feels like I’m left with no powers

And on my grave there shan’t be flowers

 

I slowly feel myself drifting more and more

This life has suddenly become a bore

Even with all this ungodly gore

I can’t help feeling like a saddened street w***e

 

Even though I somewhat miss all that I once had

Just sitting here never feeling truly clad

And still I haven’t seen the bright days of being glad

Nailed to my cross forced into always feeling bad

 

And I’m left wondering

Who the f**k was I?

The answer is nobody

And my dear madams and misters

I do not want to be somebody

Sadly I’d rather push pencils around

Than become famous

But why the f**k should I aim high

When all I’ve experienced is failure

The answer is that I shouldn’t

 

And as I close my eyes the lid shuts

No one cries

No one dies

Just a poet who has lost touch with words

A beautiful skullfuck is what I wish

For all of you stupid enough to enjoy these words

 

I

Hate

You

 

That’s what I scream at myself when I’m alone

And for my sins I will never atone

My mind is finally overgrown

And finally I fall from my pessimistic throne

Reviews

[ewest1220]

Phew! Powerful stuff! I usually don't care for f**k in poetry but you placed it perfectly. Had a great bite to it! Great work!

[A Risen Heroine.]

Feel like talking about this??

[Tattered Teddy]

I LOVE THIS. It reads to me like an angry rap song. The way you rhyme every line then you change it up and this verse really speaks to me:
"Who the f**k was I?
The answer is nobody
And my dear madams and misters
I do not want to be somebody
Sadly I’d rather push pencils around
Than become famous
But why the f**k should I aim high
When all I’ve experienced is failure
The answer is that I shouldn’t"

[Serenity Faith]

Very blunt, very intense, and very deep. It expresses vividly what happens when one becomes too overwhelmed with hatred for themselves. From feeling like they've tried and tried and failed, no longer wanting to try again. And so many more emotions that come from sadness. Extremely well done. Though I hope you fall from that pessimistic throne only to become the prince of an optimistic one ^_~

[White_lily]

very sad, but a good poem..

[Morrigan Nicole]

A it harsh, really, you expressed emotion well. Especially with the line "I hate you" very string and powerful, although it is a little hard on the eyes do to the color. Other than that, it is well written.