Category : Poems

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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 earth.
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 mi 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.


Bree Brabner