dreaming of the skys

this is a poem i wrote from my heart its some of my problems and a part of my soul

as i watch you fade to black.

 i wonder who the hell have i been writing to. 

i don't even care as long as they can take away the pain.

i hate siting here and looking at the sky alone.

for you i would gladly sell my soul.

i pressed my lips against  the bottles mouth and slowly watched it pour the poison out.

 i wish  life wasn't real all i know is a beautiful lie.

 i am bleeding out..

every scar is reopened and cut a little deeper.

like this mountain called life it only gets steeper.

we can try to swim but we would probably drown. 

i could call you mine but you would get bored.

 i can be your sword in the battle we fight and you could be my shield.

or you could throw me out like the garbage that i am.

sell me away hoping but disappointed when you don't get much pay.

just leave me alone ill let the bottle take away the pain.

i don't even know the person i am talking to but i want them in the most unromantic way.

ill let these drugs mess up my grip on reality because they help with the pain.

Author's Note

this is a deep poem i wrote from my heart and my mind its not very good but i try

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

There's all this emotion that has been bottled up inside, and now only just has been let out. You did a really good job writing your feelings on a piece of paper. It certainly paints a picture in my mind on what you are going through. Very powerful poem.

Kaze~ :-)

[MomzillaNC]

Powerful and emotional write…

NOTES: You say it's very good. "Good" is subjective. You should leave the reader to decide for themselves if they like your work or not. It always bothers me to see such self-denigration.

"Writers write always. Great writers read, then write."

[Leviathus Fortes]

I sometimes wonder to whom I write.

The person gone or myself.

Maybe myself has become the person gone.

[closed]

a shining poetic knife
one that cuts deeper than the wounds inspiring it

[Ana B.]

'' every scar is reopened and cut a little deeper.
like this mountain called life it only gets steeper. ''

loved these lines. A very deep and strong work. Well done :)