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Annoyed By Life

Everything I touch turns to stone.
Every heart I break turns against me.
I really don't care anymore.
I am so annoyed with life.
Everything I look at gives me a feeling of disgust.
I can't remember the last time I was truly happy with life.
I look at those around me and feel as if I shouldn't be here,
Or don't belong.
I can't take a second glance at the things that used to make me happy anymore.
All of it just annoys me,
My friends,
My family,
And most of all... myself.
I'd start to wonder off in space and wonder why I was still here.
Why can't I just fall of the face of the earth.
It's not like anyone would ever care anymore.
I can't remember the last time I was truly happy with life.
I wish I was someone else in another world.
I get annoyed by everything around me.
My heart stops when I think of the things I used to love so dearly.
Now all I can think of is my own death.
Fuck it... I'm threw with living.
I'll hide myself in a closet and never come out again.
I am so annoyed with life.

Author notes

Not truly how I want it to be, but you get the point of how I feel sometimes. Mainly inspired by my own family.
Written July 12th, 2005

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  • bw43
    July 17, 2005
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    In the third line from the bottom, the correct spelling is "through" not "threw" for that particular meaning.

    poem wise... it was interesting. it did portray the annoyance you feel.. I kind of chuckled when you said you were going to the closet...

    I feel annoyed by life quite often too... interesting piece!

  • dreamgod
    July 14, 2005
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    this poem was perhaps the best amongst al that you have posted on your page. i would like to add something which is rather beyond the scope of plain poetry criticism. its an advice actually from someone who has gone through pain(and a monumental amount of it). look its pointless cribbing about whether you have been right or wrong about something. you are young and there is still a lot of time left for you to take things in a more neutral kind of a manner. jus try to look things in perspective and dont react...dont get involved....dont get passionate...just simply let it go. yes it will hurt for a while(since you are so damn young) but then you will grow immune to everything thats going on around you. you wont feel a thing. things like love, happiness, hatred, good and bad wont matter to you anymore. it will be as if you are high on dope and its your own little world. maybe you will be kinda alone but then you will begin to revel in your loneliness. you will begin to like it. because as soon as the "society factor" comes in, things like rules, pain jubilation, lies,hatred and other such stuff barge in and you simply cant get your ass out of it and end up blaming yourself.....regards shom...by the way i like the colour of the font!
    Edited on Jul 14, 6:45 because ''.