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by Nobody Oct 29, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / other
He asks me to find myself. But I am not sure it is worth the search the mirror snarls and hisses when I draw near Backing away slowly I don't wish to be preyed already struggling against the harsh currents Sometimes I ponder the idea of just giving up the fight lowering my clenched fists and allow the waves to Overlap me, drown my lungs so my screams can no longer rip my throat, I wish to sleep silently without the threats of dreams Because searching for me is a scary thing, an idea too gruesome to consider there is no guarantee.... I'll like what I see.
by Em
So emotional, sad and powerful. Many readers could relate to this kind of self loathing poetry me included. Life can be difficult but the hardships do get easy somehow. Em