After my last breath,
I'll still have nowhere to be loved,
Their is no holy father,
they say could be above.
After i cut my wrists too deep,
I'll just be in a hole,
Never seeing daylight again,
Everything so dull.
Bury me wherever,
Because i know it won't even matter,
At my fucking funeral,
theirs only going to be laughter.
No one will buy me flowers,
and put them by my grave,
They'll take a piss on it and leave,
My soul, it can't be saved.
I can see it now,
if they even have a funeral,
I might not be that important,
Save everyones time and just go away.
Leave me to my tragic death,
The life I never had,
even in the afterlife,
I'll still be alittle sad.
I'll never be protected from these evil feelings i endorse.
Maybe all my friends will see, and finally remorse.
Author notes
I was thinking alot the day i wrote this. I just felt like expressing how I felt in words.
What did you think
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You expressed your pain and anger well in this poem. I like dark poetry, it seems to fit my life and this was very good!!!
Welcome to this site, I hope you have lots of fun writing out your feelings on here!
Blessed Be,
Jeremy
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This is rather disturbing. One thing to experience dread... as most of us do. But to be this hopeless would smother me. I believe in the unseen, as it is the ultimate of what we cannot achieve.
In form, this is very good. Save for using more punctuation than needed, it is a good contender.
A little tweaking would polish this. Thank you for sharing. Be well, Warmly, CookieZeal/Site Greeter
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