syddie

why



Why

Every thought is a battle.

Every breath is a war

and i don't think im winning anymore.

All these people who follow me in the sun

leave me in the dark

and it hurts but im used to it.

Deep inside where's nothings right,i've lost my mind.

 This is where i slowly die.

I may not be perfect,but at least im not fake anymore.

I lay in bed hours thinking about

everything i messed up in life.

I think about negative things.

And i believe nobody cares.

Nobody ask, they dont see the mask,

and yet i still lie.

They say im not alone,why do i think i am?

i don't see them. The sun comes up 

and the moon settles and

you might think ill be happy but i can't.

I listen to my music loud so i drown

 out every sound.

Nobody actually knows me because im always hiding.

Everyday it gets harder,

the battle continues but now they got bombs.

Don't say you get it because you really don't.

And sometimes i got  to pretend its ok.

You don't need to tell me im worthless

i already think i am.

I talk to the darkness cause its all i have.

Im slowly breaking, slowly falling ,slowly giving up.

Comments2

  • OUTBACK

    YOU ARE THE ONLY ( ONE ) WHOM SO CAN MAKE IT OTHERWISE* ! IF NOT YOU* - THEN WHO ? IF NOT PRESENTLY - SO - RIGHT HERE & NOW - THEN WHEN ? WHAT ARE YOU WATING FOR ? A SOCIALISTIC - SALVATION* by WAY of OTHER(S)* = ?

    • syddie

      Maybe i dont want to make it right. ive been trying to and it gets harder like i said im slowly giving up :(

      • OUTBACK

        OK ! GIVE UP ! NO PROBLEM * ! PROBLEM SOLVED* ! EASY !

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      • Tony36

        Awesome write

        • syddie

          thx

          • Tony36

            Welcome



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