Everything I loved has died,
Fled,
Left me here alone a pone my stage,
Staring back at a dark crowds face,
There eye's only shin back,
Invatuated,
Hateful,
Or lustful,
There stares.
Alone I stand,
Alone I act,
A reason?
I need a reason!!!
A reason to move on,
A reason to breath,
A reason to live.
These petty people with hardly any cares,
I treat as gods,
Bowing at there feet,
Smiling to make there days,
But mine...What about mine?
I forget about me,
The way I feel.
Tourn to shreds,
Acting out a play (life).
Friends, family,
Words I still use,
But to them I mean nothing but a word,
Still I try and still I'm locking my self into my own dimise.
I need a reason!!!!
I need a reason!!!!
I need a reason to live!!!
My sucidal tendences are getting worse,
But the world swears I'm the happest of us all.
It's my first post of my poetry on this sight what do you think?
Comments
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Welcome to AllPoetry
I do confess the picture scared me, I am very anti-gun and to see someone of such a tender age holding one against their chin like that even just for a photograph is disturbing and almost made me not want to read the poem.
However I did read it and I do relate to quite a lot of it in all honesty; the masks we wear are there for a reason but sometimes it isn't bad to reveal truth behind it - poetry is a great way to do that as you've demonstrated
Poetically I’d recommend being careful with capitalizing the beginning of each line as it indicates a new thought each time
I hope you enjoy AllPoetry and continue to share your words with us
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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way good
The reason is to wait for the one who will show you emotion.
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