We, the outsiders, do not understand

by bethany   Nov 1, 2007


Pain lurks inside of my soul
anger and rage enter the path of my blood
fear becomes a part of my weak mind
uncontrollable madness
strength exits through my frail pores
i have failed myself and all others
i am a disgrace to society
my life becomes an army against me
i struggle to survive
constantly waiting to implode
life has become a luxury
i cant find my way out
i do not feel alive
i am not alive
not yet
when the breath stops peace will start
the machines are who i am
controlling my every move
testing my ability to survive
no escape
no rescue
my life slowly fades away
and as i gear up for yet another battle
i fall into serenity
no sleep tonight
no sleep tonight

I Wrote this for my friend. its my first poem in a while. sorry. comment. ill take the good. ill take the bad. much love.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    I love this poem off!!! at first i was sceptical and from the first couple of lines i thought it was going to be i want to die and i am full of pain kind of thing, a bit rubbish like my first work. but when i read
    strength exits through my frail pores
    i have failed myself and all others
    i am a disgrace to society

    i realised this poem has a deep methodical rhythm to it and is amazing. i loved it and btw i am a buddhist, pm me anything u want to no
    xx

  • 17 years ago

    by HollywoodSmile

    Wow. i love this. i could not find the format, but the emotion was something i could relate to. this was simply amazing. the wording was beautifuly tradgic. this was a wonderful poem.

    --TheGothicAlbino

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