What to do
The soul fills
I cannot go on
My life
Lust, misery, strife
The hectic being of my slow existence
Devours my weary heart
I cant be a part of this meaningless living
Destruction, chaos, megalomania
All part of my being
Cant i just get one second alone?
No!
Why?
Just 'cause!
The knife is on my wrist
Cutting slowly
Don't know what to do
Don't Know what to say
Laying in my bed
Nothing can be said
Here I am banging my head
On a spike
Do u comprehend?
'cause I comprendo
I'm writing this poem
Staring at my screen
I don't know the meaning of "feeling"
Yet another very depressing poem but eh...written a while back as well....hope you all enjoy <33 love ,alicia
Wed Apr 25, 2007 4:26 am
