All I feel is pain
What happened to faith
Tried to be a saint
I don’t get the right to complain
Restrain me it’s entertainin’
I’m afraid
I think I’m doomed
Why am I always in this mood?
Might shoot myself or maybe tie a noose
No booze to take away the pain dead soon
Not cool to be standing on the roof
Standing in stillness
I’m loveless I need to rid myself of emptiness
Joyousness always impossible hopeless
I try the process to fix myself no success
Always weakness in me, helpless.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first time really trying to use the literary devices of consonance and assonance in my poetry.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I hope the deep sadness you relate is largely in your imagination! But some intense and fine phrases, even if they are close to trite: Not cool to be standing on the roof! love it.
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