Sometimes I sit and wonder
about everything in life
And try to find the peace in myself.
I ask myself,
here of late,
who am i? Why am I here?
I try so hard to just ignore
the feelings of rage
and bitter sarcasm
I try to figure out
Who I am
Bit its so damn hard!
All the frustration!
The anger within my bones
And my heart!
Its too fuckin unbearable!
I just lay awake at night
Simply pondering.
At times-
Contemplating suicide.
I used to have
such a gentle mind
So innocent
So...so pure.
I mean-
Why else would I be like this?
That's another question
That I so love to ask myself
Well I have one answer:
Life.
Life tears us down.
It steals all our hopes
At one point-
Or another.
And it leaves you!
Always asking,
Who.
Am.
I?
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Your Strange and Twisted Mind [COMPLETED]
PoetryThis is my dark poetry. It may be unsuitable if you're scared easily. Its also mainly talking about my feelings and depression. This contains gore and suicidal thoughts. Not all are like this. ENTERED IN #WATTYS2018 WISH ME LUCK EVERYONE!!!! *HUG...