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I Feel So..

I feel so lost in words and time. My life is turning toward the ground. Theres nothing to be found That can grate that sound Yelling and screaming as I watch it all fade away My friend, my life, my soul Everything changes so fast But nothing can be left in the past Why must this last I can't get a grasp On the life that I want to have I feel so lost in pain and suffering Anger and the stuttering of my mind not knowing what to do It’s out there to take me away for good i can't stand being under this hood of darkness that leaves me restless I'm ready to take the fall, into that cell to get away from you all. My friends are gone. My life has been stawed upon. I choked on the lips that kissed that bottle, of pain suffering. The things that you said, that words that bled out of your mouth Pushed that knife deeper into the wound. That hole you made that I can't fill Because I don't have the pills. To ease the pain that will never go away. My life was my high, my life was my pill. But all you do is do what ever you can do you make me hate you!!! Your bring it upon yourself, its all what you asked for. I've gone through it, and now it’s your turn Now as I lay here, I burn In the anger, in the pain and suffering That you brought upon me. Everyone will know that you did it. Everyone will know that I hated it. It’s all in words that will never be told Because this is my good bye tone Goodbye to the life that I lived so unhappily, but there was only one person that changed everything. And goodbye to you. Goodbye to my friends, my dreams, my writings. Goodbye to the ever changing worlds, Goodbye to the life’s of those that are happy. Goodbye to the Music that I loved. Goodbye to the mistakes I made and goodbye......

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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