Category : Poems

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Forever Lost Soul

I have lost my way to find happiness once and for all;
I've lost it, it's gone forever, just shattered like a porcelain doll. 
I cannot find a single reason to stay living on this Earth; 
I feel my life has been a mistake since my birth. 
I just really don't feel like living anymore, 
I have absolutely nothing to even hope for. 
I always feel total sorrow and pain; 
I sometimes feel I'm going to snap and go insane. 
I finally stopped caring about everything in my life; 
I think I can fix it with a freshly sharpened knife. 
I really don't think anyone would care, 
I don't think anyone will notice I'm not there. 
I feel hollow inside, my soul is broken; 
I'll be forever gone all my problems unspoken. 
I feel like I'm locked up in a prison cell, 
I need to break out of this place I call hell. 
I see the way people stare as they walk by; 
their faces haunt me and on the inside I cry. 
I really just want to be happy for just one day; 
I highly doubt it'll ever happen, there’s nothing I can do or say. 
People are cruel, they don't care if they hurt you; 
I'm not the only one that’s lost all hope to. 
I try hard to ignore all the horrible things that happen to me, 
I just want to get out and finally be free. 
I don't care for anything at this point; 
I use to be able to forget my sadness with a joint.
I now just sit alone and rail a line of speed; 
I like drugs, I can see now that drugs are what I need. 
I know the chemicals will fuck with my brain, 
I still am here and the sadness will forever remain. 
I've almost had enough bullshit that I've put through; 
I'm going to end this pathetic life of mine, that’s what I'll do!!!!!!
I'll be in forever peace from all the damn hate and war; 
I could rest and relax, that’s what I'm hoping for. 
My world is fading it will soon just disappear; 
I want to go now, death is nothing I fear. 
I am quickly and quietly going to end my life; 
I reach in my drawer and pull out a knife. 
I slowly cut across my wrist and watch the blood fall; 
I'm not going to regret this at all. 
I would finally have no sadness to hide, 
this world would be better if I just died.
Slowly but surely I'll die from blood loss; 
I'll be completely free, be my own boss. 
Good-Bye to all, I bid the farewell 
for no longer am I amongst living hell. 


By Bree Brabner