Gone

i thought of this

while sitting at the park

its gone

i can feel it

it withers in my body

that endless pit

the darkness

and the light

ive given up

no need to fight

i want to replace it

the missing piece

the warm comforting feeling

like a soft fluffy fleece

i thought normal people

wouldnt lose this at all

i guess im not normal

without it i cant even crawl

can somebody lend me some

just a little

i want to feel it again

im so brittle

my life is falling apart

things dont matter anymore

i see everyone else

and what they live for

ill just wait and sit

watch the sun till dawn

so that i can see the stars

cuz the joy in my life is gone

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Pray

if you didnt get the last one

the answer is this

the first line rhymes with the last one

the second rhymes with the second to last

so on and so forth

and this poem

was inspired by an extremely dark time of mine

i lay here

all alone

after a big argument

its dark

and late

i dont know what i meant

i said words

hurtful words

about suicide and death

i was mad

oh so mad

i wished i had some meth

some deadly drugs

many of them

so i could feel really high

cuz this pain

and the stress

make me depressed and cry

arguments

many fights

they wont help me get better

pressure for this

pressure for that

sometimes i just dont get her

ill run away

and kill myself

but i dont think i can

im too weak

way to frail

more a baby than a man

jump from buildings

cut my throat

i plan all these attempts

but in the end

im still here

cuz i need encouragements

so all i do

is lay in bed

with tears pouring each side

try to keep quiet

not a sound

im sorry that i lied

i dont want to run

but i hate it here

i cant bare it anymore

but i cant

live out there

ill end up alone and poor

eventual death

it will find me

but i cannot run away

i must wait

bare through this

and pray death comes today

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Different

this was something i wanted to do

for awhile but its kinda weird

try and find out what i did

this poem right here

is not something ordinary

im trying to do something

something different

if you can find out

please let me know

because this thing im doing

was hard for me to do

to me, this is oh so new

in my mind it was brewing

i hope it has a nice flow

and read what it's about

and if it's pleasant

this isnt nothing

i finished it barely

so i hope you endear

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The End is Coming

it represents something in my life that i cannot say

because i know if people find out what this poem means

they will completely understand my point of view

and it will be too late anyways

lol (sorry for being a bit dark)

the end is coming

i can smell the stench

its creeping behind us

it wont take a rest

but what is ending?

that you ask

im not entirely sure

but its coming up fast

ill let everyone know

once i do find out

the sky isnt falling

no fire or drought

ah.. now i do know

but sorry i cannot say

what this disaster

that is coming someday

i can tell you this

it was so pure and so strong

long ago of course

somewhere we all belong

it isnt something physical

not objects or things

more like a bond

between living beings

it used to be magnificent

and something so great

but now i can see

thet inevitable fate

so just relax

dont try running

you wont even know

when the end is coming

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The Feeling

i just wrote this

words just came together on the page

its sloppy and unorganized

but its what i wanted

here goes

we all start somewhere

but i cannot rememeber

where i am or how i got here

i just cant seem to remember

i lost all emotions

no

i can still feel

the pain staking needles

that make my heart peel

i cannot sit nor can i stand

i float in my mind

wandering

wanting

for somebody to find

me and myself

the state i am in

cuz i cannot remember

where i have been

i want someone to know

actually i need someone instead

to understand how i feel

how many tears that ive shed

my mind is fluttered

with questions and doubts

of me failing

which i cannot let out

the feelings

so unclear

i just need someone to hear

to know that i fear

of things so dear

like love and affection

more like rejection

that makes my heart cold

i just need somone to hold

so that i can unfold

but for now im alone

still wandering the abyss

of clutter and confusion

still wanting

waiting

for that one person

to reach out their hand

and free me from the dark

so we can stand

not separate but one

not dread but fun

not walk but run

all could be done

with that one

but there is none

so i will wait longer

alone

alone

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