The Cry

⋆♱𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱♱⋆



 

I cry over nothing,
I cry over myself.
no other human has been
as pathetic as I.

I soothe myself for a while,
but spontaneous pains in my chest,
beat against the prison bars of my ribs.
there is no escape for despair.

I never turned on the faucet,
never wrinkled the duvet,
but smother myself to stop the screams.
I never want to think.
or wake.
or feel.

I hate you for this.
there is no other way to put it.
I hate you for making me miniscule
and so utterly worthless
in humanity's eyes.

you, you, you...
who are you?

what am I meant to do
when I feel everything
and nothing all at once?
I can only cry.

what am I meant to say
when my breath betrays me -
abandons me?
I can only die.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Despair fills this piece and cries out for oblivion. A sad piece

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Great song. I actually read the poem to it and could almost imagine you writing this to the song. Love Goth music, by the way...so great song choice! This piece is filled with despair and anger. I could feel every word of this and, sadly, have been there. A most haunting and urgent poem, my friend. You have quite the talent and I hope for you, as it is for me, that such expression is healing. ❤️‍🩹🖤🐦‍⬛🦇👏🌹



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