I'm staring at the dark, the dark you've left behind. Hate filling my mind is what you have created, I was with you and almost made it. Now that I disown you, I have everything, my life has already sung, I wish death begun. I'm staring at the hopes, the hopes you've left behind after you exited through my mind. I feel so used, I wish I obtained death, but I know my time will come soon. Untill the end of time I shall survive our world of hurt, this universe of pain, I shall survive our galaxy of dirt. Unfortunately people with feelings only feel pain, feeling suicidal makes us feel like life is what we gain. What exactly makes life living? Maybe life is only death,and your dead long enough on this earth till you're prepared to live, I think of this because my soul is like a sieve. I've always wondered what makes your heart kickstart, and after so little time why does it stop? It reminds me of how sound waves can travel for so long without hitting the ground, or how life is caged but has no bounds. If life is for free, how come we depend on money? My eyes have endless see, and they see deep into our minds. I see our minds slowly burning like a wick, i see into our minds and god it makes me sick. In my forever seeing eyes I believe everybody is living a lie, cause nothing is real..........this is how I feel. Is life really living? Or are our minds just stripping? Comments are aprreciated. Thanks.
Reason for writing:
ayeah yeah. i like this poem, i wrote when i was chillin at my house, and i was watching t.v, and thought about how big of a waste our lives are. if you think about, we are born,
we are raised to by stupid, taught to be nothing, work our whole lives, then when we can't work we chill in a rocking chair untill we die. i think the whole point of living is to make other people happy, like your kids, wife, friends.
And i have bre to make me happy, i know why i was put on this earth now, was to be with bre. increase the peace, make someone happy to live your life to the fullest.
Birth sign: Gemini
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