doesn't have 1

just a poem that i wrote to describe how i felt at that time

i'm out here alone

alone in the cold

cold that is my soul

soul that is tortured

tortured beyond repair

repair it but i can't

can't feel except the pain

pain i no longer want to feel

feel,i want to feel happiness

happiness,whats that?

that is a mystery to me

me i'm getting bored,

bored of this life

life i no longer want to live

live for today

today until tomorrow

tomorrow i don't want to face

face the pain inside

inside of me now

now that i don't care

care about this or that

that of which i hate

hate myself bitterly

bitterly more than lemon

lemon that would be sweet

sweet compared to this

this,that is me

me i am damned

damned to feel this pain

pain and all this hate

hate directed to myself

myself i don't know

know who i am

am i a satanist?

satanist cause i don't believe in god

god i hate so much

much more than you can comprehend

comprehend can you really?

really understand the workings of my mind

mind that is messed up

up more than even i know

know that i am what

what is it that i am?

am i allowed help by someone?tell me please

please help me to understyand

understand who and what i am

am i a

satanist?,a anti-christ?,a masochist?

or just someone who is mently screwed?

Author's Note

this is the first of amny i hope to put on here i hope you like it and feel free to comment :)

Reviews

[M Bester]

I love the way you express your own emotions. Can really associate with this "or just someone who is mently screwed?"