I listen to sad songs
In order to confuse my mind,
For I remind myself not to be happy
For happiness doesn't exist;
Do we live in a world that doesn't care?
For both my parents are dead,
So why shouldn't I be dead?
For I'll be less of a burden...
My greatest revelation is facts
For the roses don't grow all the time
I just want to express myself
Without being judged
And somebody turn off the lights
For I shall disappear
And all the world will never see me, again
My mother was a crackhead
And my father was a deadbeat
I wonder if I am a deadbeat on this earth
Some people say that death is painless
Well I shall die a painless life--
For life is painless when you don't feel anything
Am I supposed to die this very minute
Or am I supposed to die after a long day's fast?
For I've been fasting my whole life
For a love so true,
But when am I going to get my star?
Tomorrow can be any day of the week
And I am skinny to the point of shock
And hopefully I will be skinnier by tomorrow,
For tomorrow my heart-shaped box
Shall rot;
And yes I am hurting
Hurting to the point of no return
My eyes are bloodshot from no sleep
And my dead parents make promises
They can't keep,
For I hear them in my dreams
Screaming at me
They must know that I'm dying too
For I am nobody's daughter, except God's
And he is always there for me, more than ever
So why do I feel this treacherous way?
Well maybe it's because I had shitty people for parents
And none of them gave a crap about me
And I am forced to live this lie;
Why must they lie to me about life?
For life is worth skeletons
And I shall be the next one
Under the grave...
Dear God, will you give me roses at my funeral?
For I trust you more than anybody else;
For you are my only friend in the world
And no one else,
For everybody else betrays me and my peace of mind
Who needs this world anyway?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 24th, 2024 00:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Dear God, I would love to go to a paradise away from here. Who needs this world and all its troubles? I've been praying for this for a while. To die and to never be remembered, because nothing I do is valuable to my family or so-called friends. I give up on myself, for I've been defeated so many times. And I am broken, bruised, shattered, and misused. I am so defeated in life; I just want to rot in my sadness. I am not happy in life, though I pretend to laugh and smile. My world is already shattered, and I want to go home to the heavens above. I feel like the whole world hates me; I feel like I haven't accomplished anything in life. I'm sure many others know how I feel. For I am not the only one feeling this way. The world makes me feel like a prisoner, and I am desperate to be free. I want to soar like a bird, I want to feel no pain, I want to feel eternal peace in my heart. I want to be in heaven with you, God. For you are my glory, and I praise you dearly. I want to fall off the ledge freely into the sunset. I want to be with you. Thank you God for always listening to my prayers, hopefully one day I will meet you, and hold you in my arms. Right now, I am depressed. Right now, I want my sleep to be eternal. I don't want to wake up.
- Category: Sad
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