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From My Porch

After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope -  with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch…to rest a spell
As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill

Calmed…by the lingering…after glow
I watched…the summer night unfold

Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue
Melted…in a thousand…different hues
Got lost…in the dark…without the light
Leaving…just their shadows…in the night

And in fields…of clover…across the way
The crickets…began…their serenade
As fireflies danced…with sheer delight
Glowing…in  love…with this summer night

And there…ahead…at the end of the road
Above the bridge…where the river flows
It rose - like magic - before my eyes
An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky



Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006


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FREE CEE nursery crimes

there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains

childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence

stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul

I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
 © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012


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True Life

Guilty of life once lived in sections,
drastically making changes.
Concessions to new obsessions,
suffering identity exchanges.
Revision life's only pattern,
inborn self considered a sin.
Wherever did the facade end,
and my actual truth begin?
Mercurial soul.
Gale force wind on fire.
Searching recklessly.
Banishing true desire.
Stunted by fear.
Cut low by local society.
Angrily relating ashamed.
Depression continually haunting me.
Loving heart protected by rage.
Angel morphed to succubus.
Ignorant of a different way.
Residual burden of distrust.
No compass showing the way.
Pilgrim of self identity.
Fractured mind's weathervane, 
self destruction my proclivity.
I failed in my search.
Experienced life vainly, physically.
Blind to evolutionary growth.
Recently found enrichment, mentally.
Mistakes made youthfully, forgiven.
I look forward filled with hope.
Fortune smiled upon me.
Enlightened at the end of my rope.
If you believe in second chances,
first gift yourself one.
Explore your own depth, just once,
and you'll find life has just begun.
Presently, daily, I show for practice 
on life's uncertain field.
I want the ball, as a champion should.
Sprinting forward, I'll prove what life can yield.
When mortality knocks on my crypt,
I plan on being prepared.
Living life by my own script.
Lessons learned by decisions erred.
I'll take my place amongst the stars,
having shirked mortal coil.
Ready for what is next.
To my nature, proven loyal.
Come with me on this journey.
Banish need for acceptance.
Live your life entirely.
You'll only get one chance.

-Angel Fatale-


Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016


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and then I met you

aimless and blind
I wasted my youth
left friendship behind 
in search of the truth
no wiser but sadder
ah,but that never mattered 
'cause then I met you

I did my hitch
sowed my wild oats
I burned all my bridges
and sunk all my boats
while the rats had all scattered
ah,but none of that mattered 
'cause then I met you

yeah when I met you
you pulled me through
you gave me a clue 
when I so didn't know what to do

blitzed on the booze
fresh out of hope
I had nothing to lose
at the end of my rope
I was mad as a hatter
the fact of the matter-
but then I met you
yeah then I met you 
and then I met you!


Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010


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GOD IS GOOD

I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry not a care, nothing to bear. Then here comes spring such a wonderful thing, didn't have an idea of what it would bring. I believed, it would be outstanding. I didn't know it would be so demanding.

I though, through this year I would cruse but instead I was singing the blues because I couldn't see what was ahead of me. One thing happened then another, I had to look for cover. So I started to look for advice, in the same place, can lighting strike twice? Something's trying to put me down, I mean, down for the count.

But I keep getting a strong feeling that says, you have to get back in the mount. Grab the horse by the reins, don't let it put you to shame and it can also drive you insane. So to The Lord I prayed, or down I would have stayed, Yes I would, but GOD IS GOOD.

Now have you ever tried something with all your heart but you kept coming up short. You try and you try it wont come out right, even though you try with all your might and you don't want anyone to see that you're uptight. So you walk around with a false grin because you want to feel exalted among men.

Deeper and deeper you start to sink, you pick up a smell, it's your life and it stink. 
But you hold your head up to show your're grown, you got backbone and you can't let anyone see that you feel so alone, so you walk around lost, like the rest of the clones.

Then you listen to people from every place, but everything you try slaps you hard, right in the face. Now I am writing this because it come to me and these things I have been through, it got to the point where I prayed, Lord I really need you. I was at the end of my rope in total despair, I though it couldn't get any worse and up jumped a Grizzly Bear. That should have been all she wrote, Yes it should.
GOD IS GOOD.

*MilMan*


Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015


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Good-Bye God

Good-Bye God


One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope

My only sin was looking at the pretty girl
Her face more beautiful than a pearl
Want, Desire, Lust
If only I could have won her trust

I asked her to release me
She smiled and stared
But refused to set me free

Obsessive thoughts way to deep
Mind and soul heartbreak weep

But I now know I will never have her
I fear soon I will be dancing with cadavers
I long for death eternal peace
Only then will this female obsession cease

I was taught it is wrong to take a life
The priest told me to find a wife 
So this is the end
The damage I will soon do will never mend

Should I die by gun, noose, bottle or pill
Or take a leap from a high hill
Maybe God will send me a sign
Maybe a Heavenly Angel will throw me a line

Soon my suicide will fill Satan with pride
My Soul in the Lake of Fire will hide
Did Jesus ever Love me I cried

I can't go on like this
This Blonde Temptress
Robbed me of all bliss
Her beauty tormenting my soul and mind
Unholy woman kind

So I slowly put the gun to my head and said
Soon I will be dead
Good-Bye God
Now I am really going to blow my wad

But wait a voice said
Putting lead in your head will turn your rug red
The only thing that can save your mind and soul
Is to write your way out of this Obsession Hell Hole

God why did you put me down here 
At the bottom living in fear
I must write of these bastard evil thoughts
The Devil tried but my soul can not be bought

I will not let the demons win
I shall not kill myself it is a sin
So now I will become a writer
Keep writing mental fighter

Even if my written words make no sense
Writing makes the mind less tense
Someday my obsession will be lighter
With Heavenly Help
My future will become brighter

So
Damm the Demons
I’m through scream’n

God thank you for finally making my mental suffering go away
So I can stay here a little longer and play
And if no one ever reads my words
At least writing has made my mind 
As free as a bird


Joseph Adam Elward




Copyright © Joseph Elward | Year Posted 2010


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At my weakest

I'll let you near me
When I'm at my weakest
I'll let you near mew
When life's at its most bleakest
Because if you are to love me
You need to see me at my lowest
See if you can handle it
If the realities sour the dream

I'll let you closer than anyone before
When I have everything and more
When I am at the end of my rope
Theres more than 100 ft left below
Will you reach out to pull me to safety
Or are you going to release me so sweetly

At my weakest
Thats what you need to see
Down on my knees
Will you handle the pleas?
I can bruise and hurt
Just like anyone
If you want me complelty
Then you have to see more deeper
Everything my pride
Nothing to hide


I'll confess all my mistakes
The one's I'll be most judged for
Judgement day will see my fate declared
But in the life I'll let you decide
At my weakest, when life is bleakest
You will see everything that I fear the most
I cannot place someone in my heart
If they cant accept what tears me apart
I can feel so weak at times
Even the light sometimes dies

You will see all that I am
You will find no other man
That I pretend to be
Nothing hidden from what you see
At my weakest, at my most bleakest
On my knees asking for forgiveness
Because you sin when you dont feel your weak
Feel the strength of admitting your weak


Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015


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gods love saved me

There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a cross roads. The choice we make in those moments can define the rest of our days.
Struggle all my life with the demons I held inside. Taking pills to numb the pain in hopes it would all fade away. Walk around with a fake smile on my face. Just to hide the pain no one else could see. My emotions running wild and free through my mind. Like a roller coaster out of control at times. I could not take another semester of bad grades. Or walking around the world in a daze. So I took the plunge and quit the meds. Scared to death of the anxiety attacks that awaited me. Not sure how I was going to handle the bipolar disease. The ADHD was a whole other story. Having to sit still and focus was a joke. I was out of options and at the end of my rope. When I listened to a friend who said give this a try. He took my hand and guided my way Telling me stories of the love god has to give. Little by little my faith began to grow. The emptiness in my soul was no longer a hole. Day by day my mind is renewed. I no longer fight my demons at night. God has sent an angle to protect me from the fight. Holding my hand I am never alone. God has my back until I come home.
Cory Long
Gail Doyle's contest Standing at a cross road
October 3, 2012


Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2012


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Checkmate

This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;

No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home
I am out of the race -
Get me off the grid.
World-weary,
Timeworn,
I am done.

Flat-lined
I am pulling the plugs;
I ran the gauntlet
Kaput
Stop the earth
I am getting off -
Sayonara!

I am just circling the drain -
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow,
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket -
Uh...can someone
bring me a bucket please!


Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2012


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BLUE MONDAY

BLUE MONDAY

B ereft of life bequeathed wIth loss for ware
L ove cAme, then vanished, like it wasn't  THERE
U nder a Mask i Hide wherE no smile  IS
E ach day Reliving past Events long  STILL

M y inNer strength, it sEems, has lost all  HOPE
O Verall i'm at the End...of my Rope
N othing's Left for mE, but: 'do i or  DON'T'
D id hamleT still have anything to  GIVE
A gainst the torment lanGuished...he gave  UP
Y outh now is gOne and without love...so i !


1.12.2017©deborah burch 


Form: acrostic (with several messages
 acrostically placed within)
Theme: suicide awareness, hope

*note: bold not working so puzzle letters/words 
are in CAPITALS !!

*to fellow poet readers, please note this is for 
awareness only...I am fine;)

 


Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2017


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Magumbo

O' so you are lost?
alone, frail, and tossed?

I see you there
threaded and bare
yet you walk along my twisty road

Are you not afraid lost boy?
Are you mad with the fever?
Know you not that this leads down to the River?

The river, the river of tears from lost little boys
where they float along, dead as dead little toys?

You are lost little child
alone among my skeletal wild
the wood and the snakes
the fears and aches
and you, just a lost boy, know nothing

O' yes, I see
you have no fear of me
But I am Death
I eat your breath
do you not fear me?

"No.  I am lost alone.
But you lay no claim to my flesh and bone.
For I am not just a little boy?"

O' you are not?
then what are you, lost little boy.
Alone in my wood
in bed you be you should

"I am not at the end of my rope.
My name is Hope."

Ah.  then you are not mine.


Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2008


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At The End Of My Rope

Stuck in this place 
Full of empty space
Where the deafening silence 
Awaits a verbal embrace

Just one utterance of hope
To be given the strength to cope
And I will unwind the noose 
From the end of my rope

Just one ray of light
To regain my sight
To be able to be set free
 From all of the anger and fright

Unable to bear
This mask of shame I now wear
To keep living this lie
That anyone will even care

But now it’s too late
My feet now fully off the crate
And my body is now free
From my minds loathing and self hate


Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2016


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Take the Stairs

Suffering with a toothache Started on the weekend Appointment on Monday See the Dentist at ten This was no wimpy ache A “King Kong” of a hurt I kept on popping pills Still pain would not avert By that Monday morning Pain spreading through my chin At the end of my rope Somehow this pain must end We were at the building A little before nine We arrived there early Hoping to save some time Office on the third floor I said, “Let’s take the stairs” “No”, said my lovely wife, “Elevator’s right there” Push button number three We started going up Got between two and three When it stopped abrupt I pushed the HELP button Then we heard someone say “Maintenance has been called So help is on its way” “I’m in pain, need relief Just how long might it be?” “Takes them an hour or two At worst it could be three” “Should’ve gone up the stairs But I listened to you” “Here’s another fine mess You’ve gotten me into”


Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011


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Stop The Hurt

S afely I confided in you
T he emotional marks are still black and blue.
O h woman can't you see what you're doing to me?
P lease stop your cheating ways before I lose my sanity!

T he days seem long and the nights even longer.
H owever this emotional strain isn't making me much stronger.
E verything I do to please you leaves a dirty taste - just a waste!

H elplessly I'm at the end of my rope.
U nfortpunately for me the end came in the form of an envelope.
R eading her last words and superficial verbs I'll never forget.
T he sun will set, I'll smoke my last cigarette and play Russian Roulette!




Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010


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I know

 
I Know
I know that I am confused
my feelings and emotions seem distant from me.
I know that I care; but my past experiences
have blunted my expression.
I know that I was meant to be more - and I'm not.
I know that I question love or infatuation -
which is which? - where am I?
I know that I am uncertain of your feelings; frustration -
I know that sometimes I wish I could end it all, right now,
but, what if?
I know I'm almost at the end of my rope with frustration,
anger and depression.
I know that my life (or lack of) is tightening that rope.
I know that I am uncertain of everything - even you,
even me, even us.
I know that forever seems to be out reach.
And I know that I don't know why...



Copyright © Crystal Aldrich | Year Posted 2006


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Well, here-s another nice mess you-ve gotten me into

Suffering with a toothache
Started on the weekend
Appointment on Monday
See the Dentist at ten

This was no wimpy ache
A “King Kong” of a hurt
I kept on popping pills
Still pain would not avert

By that Monday morning 
Pain spreading through my chin
At the end of my rope
Somehow this pain must end

We were at the building
A little before nine
We arrived there early
Hoping to save some time

Office on the third floor
I said, “Let’s take the stairs”
“No”, said my lovely wife,
“Elevator’s right there”

Push button number three
We started going up
Got between two and three
When it stopped abrupt

I pushed the HELP button
Then we heard someone say
“Maintenance has been called
So help is on its way”

“I’m in pain, need relief
Just how long might it be?”
“Takes them an hour or two
At worst it could be three”

“Should’ve gone up the stairs
But I listened to you”
"WELL", 
“Here’s another fine mess
You’ve gotten me into”


 


Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011


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FREE CEE nursery crimes

there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains

childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence

stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul

I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
 © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012


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End of My Roped

I feel like I'm at the end of my rope,
And I can't find any hope.
I have some deep depression,
And carry lots of repression.
Sometimes all I have to show,
Is my confidence that is low.
A couple of times I've attempted suicide,
I failed and my brain I probably fried.
I'm glad I did not succeed,
For me that would have been greed.
I will forever live with this,
But it doesn't hurt to wish.
The depression I try to fight,
It takes all my might.
There are days I have woke up feeling whole,
And feeling good in my soul.
But my life I can really make hard,
Especially when I don't trust and put up my guard.
Everyone wonders why,
But please believe I really do try.
I wonder what every day will bring,
And on good days my heart will sing.
Today is a confusing day,
So in my room I will stay.


Copyright © Angela Nowell | Year Posted 2016


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Above

There far above
I'm at the end of my rope
Still I haven't lost my hope
I don't deal drugs and surely not the dope
Kept my brain smart
And one with my heart
And felt one with god
Now the time has come
For all my troubles are gone
Now I'm a ease
To live at piece


Copyright © Robert DeLaMare | Year Posted 2011


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A Dying Love.

A Dying Love.
by Cate Rock

An exposed neck.
Fangs hidden under heavy kisses.
A desire to become one with this vampire.
A dress on the floor,one more kiss,
Just one more.
I reach out for the door... He's gone to far.
I'm dead in the fire.
Draining of blood, SO much desire.
Becoming, becoming, I'm becoming one with the vampire.
Dressed in dead.
Emotions unread.
Dieing in side.
No place to hide.
Drained of hope.
At the end of my rope.
Dead at the end.
He was never my friend.

Dressed in coal.
Hundred years untold.
Buried alive.
No way to survive.
Dead past.
Nothing will last.

Forever gone...
Yet still singing my dead song... 




Submission date : 2009-03-11


Copyright © Cate Rock | Year Posted 2010


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Alone In The Dark

Imperfection deep inside
shatters my bandaged soul.
Shadows descend my listless mind-
Sorrow seeps into my heart;
	My spirit trickles out.

Slowly my soul is shriveling-
powerless to ebb the flow,
useless to everyone,
ignored by the world;
	My spirit has bled out.

No where left to turn-
at the end of my rope-
strangled by hopeless dreams-
all alone in my life;
	Darkness fills the void.


Copyright © Desirae Petho | Year Posted 2009


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Have To Stop

I’m at the bottom,
I can’t reach top,
I had to stop,
These words encircling my head,
I’m feeling dead,
But I dread,
That I’m alive,
At the bottom of it all,
I hide,
I have to stop,
I can’t go any further,
I’m useless,
Nobody cares,
Nobody shares,
Any hope or inspiration with me,
How can I be,
A great person,
A great poet,
Without anything to write,
What will I write,
A good poet,
With a bad inspiration,
What will I do,
I’m at the end of my rope,
But at the bottom of the heap,
I’m getting crushed beneath it all,
The doubting is driving me up the wall,
I can’t take it,
I’m going to fall,
I’m going to fail,
I have to stop,
I can’t reach the top.


Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007


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Cry for Help by Kenny Davis

Cry for Help by Kenny Davis

Lord, please hear my cry for help.
Lord, what must I do to save myself?

I beg of you, please! I’m at the end of my rope.
I’ve lost all of my belief, almost all of my hope.

Day by day, through life like a drone
The chilling thought of standing in the abyss alone

Lord, what must be said? What must be done?
To banish the rain, in hopes of seeing the sun

On the brink of insanity, a constant urge to yell
Crying for help, but I feel that no one can tell

Lord, what must I do for you to send an assist?
I feel like I am tightly shackled at the wrist

I know, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God…..”
Then why do you find me worthy of the rod?

Lord, I hope I don’t sound so demanding
This is merely one of your children, looking for understanding

This humble plea is, but an S.O.S
A humble child of God, looking to be blessed

Looking for a miracle, a favoring, if you will
Please open up the flood gates so the blessings may spill

Gift of God goes to those who endure till the end
Lord, when will I get to experience happiness again

My mental scars, tearing apart; Emotional wounds starting to bleed
Lord, I know of nowhere to go, but down on my knees.

Lord, guide me for I am lost
Please lay me a blessing at the foot of the cross

Lord, why allow Satan to disrupt my path;
Instead of banishing him with your mighty wrath?

Perhaps to test my sincerity, patience, and faith
I shall cry out no longer because I know help is on the way				          

© November 2010 k.davis


Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011


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Before its too late

Im at the end of my rope.
Every other day its something else.
All you do is lie lie lie, and think of noone but yourself.
And when i call you out on it,
you didnt do anything wrong and im just trying to argue.
I dont know what to do with you. 
Sometimes It seems like we are so in love,
the happiest couple,
so head over heels for each other.
But other times we just fight and fight,
and neither of us gives in.
You do whatever you want,
no matter how it affects other people, even me.
And it turns into fighting.
Which turns into things being my fault,
i just want to argue,
im cheating on you.
I have NEVER given you reason to believe im cheating.
Ive done everything i can to show that im not.
But you still say i am.
Which blows my mind....
because you were CAUGHT cheating,
and if i ever say i dont trust you
you say im never letting the past go.
You are just so one sided,
angry and accusing.
And i really dont know how to deal with it anymore.
But i cant leave.
When you do this stuff,
i get so mad and just want to walk away.
But when i actually think about walking away,
i kno i cant do it.
You are my heart, my soul, my life.
I love you from the bottom of my heart.
All i want is for you to feel the same for me.
You say you do, and sometimes act like it.
But when you do things even though it hurts me,
when you lie, scream, cuss, and accuse,
it shows that you dont.
The way i love you, i could never do anything to hurt you.
I couldnt lie, cheat, or say hurtful things.
But you do it to me. 
That shows more than you think.
It depresses me that im writing more sad poems about us,
then love poems.
We are so perfect together...
when we arent fighting.
I dont want to live without you,
but i dont know how to fix us
when your not willing to step outside your box
and see things from the other point of view.
I can feel the end of us,
coming really fast.
And im praying that youll see the light,
before its too late.


Copyright © Megan Leatherman | Year Posted 2011


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I am an Empty Soul

I am an empty soul; I simply have no drive, it’s a wonder that I can survive
I am too depressed and I feel no rest; I always feel this pain deep in my chest
Life is full of lies and my silent cries, I could show you agony just with my eyes
Sorrow comes and goes as this tumor grows and I keep it to myself so no one knows
Driven to the edge with hypocrisy; push me off the ledge in this toxic sea
Oh the scene is vacant no matter where I turn; I can feel the heat of the endless burn

Inching toward an answer, but then I get let down; all my hopes and expectations instantly drown
Disconnected feelings and a lack of empathy; I feel empty like a hollow tree
Nothing surprises as I expect what is real; I have lived too long for anything to appeal
Life gives pain, disappointment, and despair; therefore it is hard for me to care
Please give me something; something to hope; because I am at the end of my rope
Please let me breathe so I do not choke; these times are bitter while I feel broke

Why can’t I feel whole with this half-life I live; why is it hard for me to forgive
Why so naïve to think I am worthy; always filthy, always feel so dirty
Why want to die if I’m already dead; I have no life just like I’ve said
I bet you think that I’d need a shrink; life goes by fast, as fast as I blink
Why is there disgust which lurks in my mind; why must my emotions seem to decline
This life always seemed so fake and there is not much left that I can take

Tremors of anxiety and surges of angst; I have come so far and have taken great lengths
The wind is just a breeze which is there to haunt me; I feel nothing there, nor can I see
Something has been removed from my heart; I have slowly crumbled and fallen apart
All the lies and stress that rests within; even though I smile in this life with a grin
All of it is false I hate feeling this way; I can always feel my soul decay
No one wants me even though I know I am great; it is hard to say if you can relate

I have felt this way so many times; life has given me these bitter limes
I guess I could take it as a sign; I have lived this far so I guess I’m fine
I just am an empty soul; in this life I have no control
All the pretty little things I desire always seem to set on fire
You can see it in my face as I am looking dryer; and my ever crumbling disgraceful empire
If you ever thought you knew who I was; it is okay, nobody ever does

The lies surround me there is no escape; there is way too much red tape
Why can’t life just be more simplex; instead it’s cursing me with a hex
Pushing through this life throughout the years; hiding all these useless, wasteful tears
I don’t think that you can understand; I live life as it was pretend
Just an empty soul I am today; there is nothing left to say
Just to live it all the same; the greater things in life are lame


Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017