The Pain of Too Much Pain

by Pruedence   Dec 29, 2005


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People don't know what i feel like inside
i feel lonely and sad and i don't know why
people think I'm a happy little person
thats how good i am at decieving
the outside exterior of my skin is smooth and fake
deeper down it gets messier and rougher
until its so unrecognizable that you don't even try
do you think i could live without a heart
because mine wont stop hurting
its driving me insane
i need a solution thats better than crying
crying doesn't work
its just a waste of tears
now hears something that finally works
its the pain of blood
flowing down to the ground
now finally the pains somewhere else
instead of inside me
its now on the outside
where it feels more worthwhile
my hearts slowing down
i guess its finally working
i like this new method
but i guess its called suicide

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  • 18 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    Hmm, sorry girl, but it doesn't flow right, well still, it doesn't really matter, you write your thoughts out, that's good enough, but I believe you could do better, now I'm read another poem...