Sitting her all alone,
I feel like someone who looked at medusa’s snakes.
Frozen, cursed in stone
My mind is racing,
I feel like everyone hates me.
Mum, dad, even my mate’s brother jimmy.
My eyes are locked to no dismay,
They’re fixed to my knife, locked away.
“why am I here?” I wonder why,
I am breathing. When I could be dancing in the sky
In pain, routines and quotes work like paper mug,
When all I really need is a hug.
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Author:
Brokensoul1425 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem has a lot of meaning to me since i wrote it around the time when i was searching for self improvement but could never see or feel the changes i wanted. I was so angry at myself that i couldn't do this so I sat in my room alone, with a cigarette in hand and wrote this poem.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
It is surprising what a hug will fix if given by the right person at the right time. Nicely written
Cigarette and a hug, throw in a glass of wine and life gets better.
Things better now.
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