Best Angstself Poems


Walk Away

I'm done saying I'm sorry
and seeing that look of satisfaction on your face.
So look at my back as a resignation
as I turn around and walk away.
Walk away from all your self loathing
and the way you speak towards me.
I'm sick of your self pity
and all the crap try to be.
I'm done with you
and your personality like Satan's spawn.
So get over yourself
and consider my butt gone.

Soar

Take a deep breath
Clear your mind 
Try not to picture
The world you left behind

Soar through the sky
High above the clouds 
Don’t think about
Where you are now 

Drowned your self in pills
Make sure no one knows
About the pain you feel 
Or how it grows and grows

Don’t listen to the screaming
Don’t look at the decay 
Don’t bother trying to fix it
When the same happens the next day

Drink down some rum
Finish the whole glass
Drown the sorrow 
Forget about the past 

You’ll never be good enough
So why bother to try?
No matter what you do
Just sit there and wait to die

Life's not fair you know
But there's nothing you can do 
Except make your self stronger 
And do your best to make it through

So until that day comes
When you are finally free
Pretend you’re in your dream world
Soaring as high as the eye can see

Watch No More

That man was never really a part of her life.

His selfish soul wandered from kindred spirit to kindred spirit,
Searching for a light that rarely exists in reality.

His humanity dwindles as he wanders, his faceless emotions just 
Lost within himself.

From a tiny glimmer of a hope he thought lost,
He found a fraction of what was familiar, but faint.
Wanting to pursue, he leaves behind the complex entanglement of a life not lived. 

For the outsiders watching this delicate dance of self destruction and narcissism,
They see a selfish shell of a human being looking for happiness
Disregarding any souls who love him.

His distant family, his children, his parents are pushed aside
As he wades through a flood of self resentment and fear of being alone.
But his actions towards his flesh and blood will be his ironic downfall.
No one will watch anymore.

This man was never really a part of her life.
A distant man who cares only for himself.


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