Why...why must I go through this torture? Why?!
Can't I just...die and just get it over with?
So much is wasted with my existence,
why cant you understand?
But how could you understand when you're one of them,
the one's who cause my pain.
I try so hard to be who I can never be
but that's where I falter and fall victim to society.
I cannot say how long I'll last.
So far the scars show where I've tried to
release the pain pent up inside.
Its destructive power runs rampant through recessive veins.
How can such little things hurt so much?
Do they gather to form a giant monster?
That alone has contributed to me constantly,
smiling to hide my pain from others.
Its to keep my fragile world from shattering.
Yet I realize that its only a matter of time,
till the water in the cup spills
and I'd be left in the void of despair.
Fate has already given me premonitions
by keeping me alive.
Can't I just...die and just get it over with?
So much is wasted with my existence,
why cant you understand?
But how could you understand when you're one of them,
the one's who cause my pain.
I try so hard to be who I can never be
but that's where I falter and fall victim to society.
I cannot say how long I'll last.
So far the scars show where I've tried to
release the pain pent up inside.
Its destructive power runs rampant through recessive veins.
How can such little things hurt so much?
Do they gather to form a giant monster?
That alone has contributed to me constantly,
smiling to hide my pain from others.
Its to keep my fragile world from shattering.
Yet I realize that its only a matter of time,
till the water in the cup spills
and I'd be left in the void of despair.
Fate has already given me premonitions
by keeping me alive.
Author notes
i understand that it doesnt have much of a style to it [unlike most of my other pieces]. yet once again its another window into the dark thoughts looming in my head. [they're not that impressive either...they just cause the people to know me to become very concerned for my health].
Written April 14th, 2004
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style is something that develops and is learned as you make the effort to emmerse yourself in the world of poetry- it comes by effort, but the rest(talent) is grace- and you definitely have that- so keep it up! This is wonderful, and I wish I could express my feelings in such powerful and clear ways!
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"concerned about your health"? should i be? fair enough. bravo, bravo
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Brilliant
This was an amazing piece, and I think I can honestly say that I really relate to it. I feel like this almost everyday. Great work. -
awesome
very good. well put into words

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