i wrote this poem its called Transparent Calling out into the darkness Echoing onto deaf ears Alone, surrounded by barren wasteland Days upon days, dragging on Every task is an overwhelming struggle No help to relieve the pressure Tiredness hangs heavy overhead A void of everlasting sleep A thought of never waking up Shackled by never ending dread The heart beats loud in the chest As if, the next is its last An empty person, once full of promise Sits here, withering in the wind Waiting for the last day to come Wondering about the point of being here They put on the fakest smile of them all No one knows the pain they are feeling The easiest way is to end it all Whats the point of living, when you are not living at all Wandering around as though a ghost People feel you but dont notice your presence There is no reason to feel this way Its better to feel nothing at all
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 21:53:38 +0000
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