My feelings
So, whenever I feel down, I write poems of darkness and hate, is that bad? Because they don't make me feel better. I'm posting my latest one here:
I'm guessing I should put trigger warning because it's not a happy poem.
DOWN
I call out,
Come, COME!
Can you hear me?
The sounds of the night drain me,
The embodiments of its silence restrain me,
How long shall I live this wretched dream?
How long until I accept reality?
How long until I finally find peace?
How long?
I find myself fighting,
Constraining, rejecting, detesting,
Was this world made for me or someone else?
Was I meant to be or nothing?-less,
I cry my heart and soul through my eyes,
How long can my vessels produce my sober bind?
How far can I go with this corrupted mind?
Yet I wait,
Wait for the day when I'm happy,
Happy enough to live,
Happy enough to love,
Happy enough to laugh until I loose my breath,
Perhaps they hate me too,
Perhaps I was never meant to be,
Perhaps I was only made to believe,
That there's a world out there waiting for me.
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