shitty little thing...

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by goodforcatfish08, Nov 21, 2008.

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  1. I am just a speck of dust in this rotten world,
    Blown about, floating up in the sky.
    I used to long for pretty things,
    no i only long to die.

    I stand weeping for salvation at the gravestone of my pride.
    A tear on my face, a plea on my lips.
    I wish there was a chance for me,
    To truly be...happy.

    No one really cares,
    a sad smile and a pat on the back.
    Off to there homes to drink and forget,
    I wish things were different.

    I feel the rush, the blade cold,
    as it cuts so clean and straight.
    The oh so red blood, up like a well,
    endlessly dripping from my broken arms.

    Every night i lay in bed,
    thinking of what could have been,
    I think how easy it would be
    to finally be free.

    I know that sucks. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. fuck you all.
  2. My poems all suck.
  3. aki

    aki Well-Known Member

    I thought it was really good! There was some beautiful imagery. I can identify with how you're feeling.
  4. ACRon

    ACRon Well-Known Member

    the gravestone of pride said it all, otherwise just post what you gotta post, as you said, fuck us all lol don't matter what we think just write what yo uneed to write
  5. thanks guys... I thought it was shit. I think some of my others were better, but my dad has them now, and i cant remember them.
  6. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    great poem:biggrin:
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