Insanity

Insanity

A Poem by Everything Happens For A Reason
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a lot of s**t babble.

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head spins

eyes glaze

i cant take this motherfucking pain

are you here

while im there

i cant take your silly games

i look but dont see

i cry but dont relieve

this sadness, this aching sadness that overwhelms me in this way

head throbs

eyes blink

how the hell did i get here?

will you ever be here

when i am

how the hell did we end up like this?

i search for you but find only misery

i run away from you, but find your house instead

standing tall and foreboding, just tempting me to try

only to have you slam the door and leave your mark behind

 

i think im going insane

yes i do i really do

i go to bed and cry, i don't even remember why

this gnawing at my heartstrings, will it ever come to an end?

this foot in my stomach will, it ever rest again?

im naked infront of you, in any way but the literal sense

im alone, infront of you in any way but the literal sense

the crowd is eating me, digesting me, making me believe ive done wrong

everything i see is making me, believe ive done wrong

i think im going insane

all i think of is you

and it all tears me apart

day after day of feeling blue

noone can do this, for so long without dying

maybe I'll just die here, alone and underloved,

friends can't help and neither can music,

it doesn't make sense, it wont cut through this

this gnawing at my heartstrings, this clamp around my chest

this foot in my stomach and the vice on my head,

the only knife I see is you,

the only knife I see is you.

© 2008 Everything Happens For A Reason


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Added on September 27, 2008

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Everything Happens For A Reason
Everything Happens For A Reason

London, England



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Hi. Kirsty, 15, and kinda emotional. I dont believe in labelling or in popularity, so you know. This is kinda a creative outlet for me, somewhere I put everything I think about and just offload every .. more..

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