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When We Don't Want To Be Us
Bitterness creeping
into our chests
spoiling everything
that we have left.
We've tried to change
for others and ourselves.
Only to cause misfortune
and bring people into our hell.
Bearing all of our battle wounds
with shame and insecurity.
We pick the sinewy flesh away
hoping to die with some dignity.
But everyone still continues to stand there,
with that ever present sneer.
We simply bury our heads in the sand
because we don't want to be here.
-strung out-
*up tight*
(at everyone's throat)
/can't think right./
But it's okay,
We're still .h.e.r.e.
still drying to
-disappear-.
And we wouldn't be so secluded
or feel so alone-
if maybe someone would give us some reasons.
on why they left us on our own.
But no one says a single word,
crumbling every bit of our trust.
And it's impossible to stop how we feel inside
because we don't want to be us.
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Comments
TheressaZ Says:
Your poetry is so sad.
Very good,
but sad
mirage712 Says:
scary, not the poem itself, but the cold hard truth of it, its so true of all of us
Koyomi Says:
*sighs* your poetry is SOOO DEEP! *envies* my poetry is just...blah...but yeah i read ALL of you poems and most of the time i cant think of anything to say im in reverent adoring silence...just know...IM WATCHING YOU!!!