Suicide?

by Melanie   Sep 23, 2006


We sit helplessly in our world of conformity
with wasted years of stress and mocked contentment
our oblivious laughter will be gone in an instant
we reach out for spiritual bonding
with bleeding hearts of ache and despair
our world is corrupted with crimes of inhumanity
our cringing faces walk ignorantly toward indispensable goals
still we wonder why we are here.
the answer is void.
our existence is null.

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  • 17 years ago

    by somehow broken

    Wow this poem is great. the flow is good but the words u write are all so true. keep up the good work =)

  • 18 years ago

    by tiffany

    =)