Written by GoldyEyes and Bright_dreamer.
Can you really give up when you have no chance?
Or can you try to make it through?
Can you really grab a dream that doesn't seem reachable in a glance?
It's like, can you really turn in an assignment over due?
Whats life when no one seems to care you exist?
We all want to be a loved one and feel cared about.
But is love possible when your heart is permanently in a twist?
Get your anger out, get up and shout.
But how can you speak when you have no voice?
Actions speak louder than words.
What actions can you make when you don't seem to have a choice?
All we need is a little faith and trust.
Who do you trust when no one trusts you?
No one, they left you behind broken in the dust.
Would anyone care if I dissapeared?
The answer is what I fear.
Why should you want something you cant seem to have?
Why is it you must hear everything no one wants you to hear?
When you are falling down why does it seem like there is nothing to grab?
When your fighting, why is it someone must stab?
But why make those around you feel pain?
Why must you always explain?
And why feel nothing when you can love and hurt?
Why feel nothing when I can numb this?
But why feel numb when you can feel alive and alert?
Why feel alive and alert when I can restart?
And why restart when you are loved for who you are?
Why can't people show me their love?
Why cant a black raven be seen as a beautiful dove?
Why can't a stone wall be seen as a waterfall?
Isn't an empty shelf worse then one covered in broken dolls?
All I know is, this pain is starting to dull.
And death is beginning to pull.
And the taste is overcoming me, the taste of poison.
And my skin full of red liquid begins to moisten.
The sun is coming up on the horizon
But I am beginning to turn frozen.
My movements stop as I feel this pull.
As I go down, down and begin to roll.
Things aren't mattering anymore.
But I realize something as I begin to hit the floor.
One emotion hits me, regret.
I have now lost to death.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some of them were inspired by music, life events, sudden thoughts, etc. Overall, any other story I write will not tell you about me as much as my poems will. They are my life story, my bio...
