Corrupted With Problems

by Feels Like Ecstacy   Nov 29, 2007


Leaning against the cold hard wall,
I determine what I must do.
Could I be imagining this?
Why am I left to worry what's true?

My worry corrupts my soul.
My guilt once again pervades.
Kill me with your wordless glares.
I hate that you call it 'betray'.

You are lost in confusion.
This is something you cannot assist.
I am beyond reconcile,
Leaving this world, your wonderful abyss.

Let me be worthless.
Pretend that you don't care.
Let me bleed my pain away
With so much disdain in your glare.

As if I had one problem, right?
There are things you cannot see.
I hide everything so well,
But now depression is consuming me.

Shall I give into temptation?
Shall I give up and just say:
I've been killing myself slowly,
Each and every day.

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