I had a really nice one I wrote about a firing squad, but I can't seem to find it
I think I might have burned it by accident along with the rest of my school stuff lol
for you just randomly making it, its still really good
the last time I tryed just whipping something random, I tryed making a ballad about William Wallace/scottish revolution
didn't turn out to well lol
I scream in your face, but you don’t hear me.
I stand in front of you, but you don’t see me.
I grab at your clothes and your hair, but you don’t feel me.
Those who can’t feel can’t touch others.
I cut away at myself, tear at flesh and bone.
I cut out all the pain, all the loneliness.
I bleed out all my flaws, they fall to the floor.
The scars on my skin match the scars on my soul.
I am empty, hollow like a ghost.
I feel so light, like I could float away.
I feel so heavy, I can barely stand.
The food tastes like ash and dust.
I have two gaping holes in my face, I used to have eyes.
I have skin that rots, it decays more each minute.
I am frozen, not quite alive but not quite dead.
Those who hate themselves don’t deserve warmth.
I see death, it presses into my eyelids.
I live in the darkness, hiding from the light.
I sleep eternally, but I’m always awake.
There is no escape from myself.
I have no hope, no expectations.
I have no love, given or to give.
I have no worth, I’m useless.
There is no fire, no spark of light.
I am nothing.
please don't ask about this in a rude mannor anyone, im going through a tough time and i needed to vent so dont just judge me on this please
wow, I mean wow
tears just came to my eyes from reading that
in comparison to mine, no, their is not comparison, yours is simply to good to be compared to mine, as doing such would be like trying to compare a slime covered snail (my poem) to a pure white Arabian Stallion in his prime (your poem)
