Life so screwed up now
Don't know whats up, whats down
Whats the point of pushing forward
of struggling on?
She has tried little doses of pain
Addicting, and immoral
But what does life mean to her anymore?
It is just never ending mental anguish
As I creep towards her level
Inching day by day, hands tied behind my back
Staring at your face
papered and shining in the light of the blade
Its hard to imagine a future
A reason for pushing on
But maybe its just that,
pushing on struggling to survive
Screw you and my emotions
Screw your face haunting my memories
because thats all they are, memories
And memories fade, like your photo
My pool of blood was your sustenance
Making your photo alive
Draining me of all my colors
and reasons to survive
Your peers stole my friend
she tried to stand up
but fell crumbling down on the blade
But I wont
I am strong
Regaining my blood
Life so screwed up
Don't know whats up, whats down
But I will survive
Because I am stronger then you
Author notes
2004
Comments
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Nice job! Great poem!
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Nice Write!


