as the waves lap by my feet
a distorted image is all I see
A reflection but not one of me
my past self, is the one I seethe old me, that didn't feel lonely
that never did shit and wasn't broken
the old me, that wasn't so dead beat
had love in his heart and wasn't so emptywasn't a shell like I am with no feelings
he was fun and had joy and was so carefree
that was me, years ago before life hit me
and the pain that I felt, it changed all these thingsas I stare into my eyes, that hold no emotion
the holes through which I see, a soul that has been broken
I wonder is this me, when did I become brokenI let life get to me, hence this feeling of distortion
I wish I could go to sleep, but this feeling is a torture
and it's making me feel numb and so devoid of all emotionwill I survive or become another lost cause
this I know not but my life's more hurt than comfort
the tides are coming, and the waves, they have washed me
I'm scared of drowning, but this whirlpool is so cunning
it lured me in it, I can't get out, no help, I'm sinking
The last thing I see, the old me, I miss him
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Dark Poems Of A Sad Mind
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