Thursday in hell

when all you know is pushing you away..

you slowly start to fade away.

people expected you to be something you could be.

its sad you could be that thing you want to become 

then push comes to shove you have to be something you are not.

every thing i got out of bed for was a beautiful lie.

i was in its grasp of escaping reality.

out of all the thing reality grabbed me by the foot dragging me back in to the hell i once tried to get out of.

all i can do is laugh, laugh like its nothing but in the inside i am not laughing its more like a cry.

knowing that the same people that re there for you left you like a stray dog.

crying out for help yet no one hears me...why?

iv only been so good always have been nice.

more it seems i am being  left kicked to the side but why?

i feel the cold shivers of your breath still on my back in the air.

every day i hear them it brings me despair.

i wish i could have you here but then again i wont.

ill suck this up and fake a smile....like i always do.

i am being alone in the dark.

being in it so long makes me used to it makes it my life.

i always wondered what its like to be anyone else but me.

i fall apart and fail to put back the pieces yet i just drag them around like they were like that.

  

 

Reviews

[M.K. Alexander]

Interesting name for a poem, thursday in hell, but i like is, its deep and you feel the emotion, but i would work a little more on the flow, cuz it gets a tiny bit choppy in the middle. other than that, excellent piece of poetry!