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[sid] => 6952
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => It's Going To Kill Me
[time] => 2002-11-18 13:00:00
[hometext] => Hell i dont know...
[bodytext] => It’s going to kill me.
Like the wind in a breeze falling upon the sea. My life is tearing me apart inside. I hate it so much, that I find that I cried. My life is tearing into a thousand pieces. And the pain each day increases. The day drifts so slow I sigh, And each minute, I wish to die. I’m all alone, in a cold world and reality People surround me, my mortality. But they do not know, How much I hate my life so. I pretend that everything shall be okay, And I never fall to my knees and pray. My life is like a jigsaw puzzle, But a piece went missing that was never dull. The piece fell away, and left my side, On the first day I ever lied. I wait each day till the sunlight falls, The hours that slowly run by within concrete walls, Menacing with hate, This is who I am, this is my being of state.. Its going to kill me, That people can’t easily see. That all around you, You’ll see an act of breakthrough. Someone deep inside trying to break free, And allow you to open your eyes and see. The truth is before you, On who I really am before what I do. People stare at me and think happy, I stare at me and think crappy. They know only see what I show them, Maybe I am just a rare gift of life and gem. I only show my mask, And they never come up to ask. Who are you really? What are you like? What's wrong with you? You seem so psych! People don’t understand. They never did, they never will, it won’t expand. Until I let them understand, Maybe it was the day I always planned… Everyone acts as if they are depressed and mad. But today, I shall be the only one not sad People don’t know the real me inside, So therefore I don’t need to run and hide. I can wait. I can think and wonder, I can even wish or ponder. That someday, someone, Under the sun, Someone will know, And it will show. They’re love will become vast And they won’t care about the future, present or past. Cause today, I’ll be the only one not sad, Because today, I’ll be the only one who is glad. Because it’s going to kill me. Someday, when I lose hope, Where I will never be able to cope, I’ll see the light, And it will be out of sight. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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