With each day that passes,
My mind is further gone,
More confusion flooding in,
All reality flowing out,
I can't make sense of the world around me,
I can't make sense,
And so I shout,
I shout to all who will hear,
And cry for my insane soul,
I shout for those who have lost,
Their minds like me before,
I shout for the ones who are forgotten,
And those who lost their way,
But mostly I shout,
To know I make sound,
To know that I am alive.
Each day that passes,
Blackens my soul more,
As I become cold towards myself,
I pretend not to hear,
My cries for help,
My desperateness,
My despair,
But I know I am crying,
Inside my heart,
I can't tune it out,
The wailing and screaming,
Pierces right through bone.
I want to suffer,
For the wrong I have done,
I want to bleed,
To know that I can,
That the blood won't be black,
From my dirtied past.
With each day that passes,
I become more ill,
Laughing at nothing,
Screaming for something,
I see my downfall,
From behind it all,
I know I am sick,
I know I am twisted,
And try as I might,
I can never fix it,
So let me be crazy,
Let me be my rotted self,
Let me writhe in agony,
Let me hurt myself,
For it is almost over,
And the world will be clean again,
Once my existence,
Is washed away,
Like chalk in the rain.
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ny_PetitAnge3: this is a very deep poem but I wish you really didn't feel like this because it seems to hurt a lot. if you really do feel like this please forgive yourself and try to move on and be happy... on April 18, 2007 4:01 PM
