Destruction

Baracades built by my own hands.
Need to be set a blaze.
I built them for a reason,
it sounds better that way.
Want to rip them apart?

Charge.

You can't see them though,
blindly miss
and hurting yourself trying.

I don't move, ignoring your pain.
You are nothing.
Everything is nothing.
Nothing can't crack the surface.
Anger, I'm full of it.
Taking it out on anything.
So if your hurt,
don't expect me to help.

Nothing is working.
I attack the bariers screaming getting everything out.
For awhile I feel clear.
Then I fall into,
black.
Spending forever there.

I return from pain,
your gone.
I guess you never cared,
then again you are
nothing.

Author's Note

This is something I just wrote at random. Don't know if it's any good or not.

Reviews

that was really good. i really could feel the emotion. i hope to read more of your writting soon

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. ahhh ... beautiful ... these lines ...

Nothing is working.
I attack the bariers screaming getting everything out.
For awhile I feel clear.
Then I fall into,
black.
Spending forever there.

. are particularly poignant ... that's not a good place to be in ... but black is where it all began ... it's not a bad place at all to start building again ...