With voices screaming,my heart being ripped seperate ways.
One with promise,another with doubt.
One with pain,another with salvation.
I thought my tears were dry,that I had gone numb.
But pain has torn apart my mask,as tears of black blood soak my very soul.
How can I escape,what can I do?
I can't hold everything together,my life is falling apart before my very eyes.
What do I do,how can I stop it?
I cant,I'm not strong enough...
Why do I keep pushing,only to be thrown down.
My world is crumbling beneath me,as I drown in my tears of blood.
Will I die,will I survive...
I'm drowning,I can't pull free.
Someone,help me...
A contest entry
- Desperation - Tear Yourself Apart by Lord Apathy.
1200 points, ended September 28, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I found this entry to be immature and riddled with cliche. I know you'll just get mad and refuse to take my advice (because that's how prideful poets are), but when you calm down consider it: You use your emotions as inspiration to write poetry. When you're out of control with the way you feel, you are not in any condition to write, and whatever you do write will come out as unfiltered, unrefined emotions. This is like presenting me with a rock and saying it's a diamond.
Next time, control your feelings and make something incredible with it. Don't let your feelings control you.
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