Sitting here alone,
In a solemn darkened room
Nothing on my mind except my life's existential doom.
The room is full of light and yet I see nothing. I feel so insecure, my world is simply crumbling.
I'm trying to hold my head above water but some how I keep drowning. I've lost all sight of anything really pleasant sounding.
Like a spiral slide that leads down to a basement,
I've lost all control and I just can't stop and face it.
My life is not all bad but that's all I can say, but I have so many fucking demons ripping into me.
Nothing treats my wounds, I've only felt rough salt. I tried to take the pain away by consuming lots of alcohol.
I didn't find my solution, and so I turned to drugs, I thought if I was high enough I could give myself some love.
Slowly I slipped farther, into my depths of hell, I wish I wasn't so unwell..
Everyone has their own problems and mine is that I want to die.
Because of this I could never appreciate my life.
I continue to endure my darkness and no one can compare, everyone has their own darkness, and mine isn't their's to repair.
I wish that I would pass away, but instead a lifeless glare, glossy eyes behind mine, that smile and pretend they care.
I'm living an empty life, and that is all that matters, cause every day in this life is just a board of shoots and ladders.
- Author: Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2022 18:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments1
Staggering words! Powerful! Deeply troubling. Hoping you find some comfort.
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