08/12/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
I’d like to escape from myself sometimes
When the sadness overwhelms me.
It’s always with me, deep inside
A sinking melancholy dragging me down.
I am forlorn and in despair,
There is nothing I can do
No saving grace to pull me through
And I must only survive this downheartedness.
I am not worth the time or effort
To repair my broken soul.
Just abandon me here,
Because I am not of any value.
It is laughable that I should be held
To be the best person for the job
Regardless of what the position is,
I will never meet the requirements.
I hate myself for feeling this way
But there’s no one to blame by myself,
Every day, I must atone for the wrong
That I have wrought every day prior.
I think about the world without me,
How much better that might be.
If I weren’t here to screw things up,
And no one would miss me anyhow.
I don’t want to go out to the movies,
Or read that book you recommended.
I don’t want to play football this year,
I just can’t be bothered anymore.
People say they’re trying to help
But they don’t stick around very long,
They get tired of me and leave,
Not that I blame them for that.
I haven’t slept in so long,
Not real sleep, anyway.
I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why I’m even here.
I don’t eat anymore.
Not unless I’m forced to.
The doctors say it’s unhealthy
But they don’t really care.
I just want to be left alone,
To stay in bed and not do anything,
I don’t want to move, or work,
Or talk to these people who say they’re friends.
Don’t talk to me right now,
I can’t focus on what you’re saying.
My mind is off, somewhere,
Anywhere but here.
No, I don’t know what I want to put on,
I don’t care what colour it is,
Why are you asking me to decide?
I don’t know what you want.
I stood at the top of the cliffs
I swallowed all the pills in the cabinet
I drove into a tree at high speed
But none of you will let me go.
The pain I feel is excoriating,
Every joint aches all the time.
I just want to be free from it all
And to not have the agony prolonged.
My bag is packed and under my bed,
Like it has been since I was twelve
I don’t want to be here
But you won’t let me leave this place.
Nothing I do is right,
I can’t live like this any more
The constant attempts and failures
Are eating away at my very soul.
You all have it so easy,
You breeze through every hurdle.
I hate what this world has made me
And I hate the world as well.
One day I will burn this place
And everything it contains.
Maybe it will take me, too,
And I will be at peace.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Thursday, December 10, 2020
Mood
Labels:
anger,
anxiety,
Daily poetry,
Death,
depression,
Fear,
Guilt,
inadequacy,
Life,
mood,
mood disorder,
pain,
Poetry,
relationship,
sadness,
suicide
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Do Not Cry
29/08/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
Labels:
comfort,
Daily poetry,
heartbreak,
Love,
love poetry,
pain,
Poetry,
tears
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