Next_of_Kin
Member
My Note
I cry as I sit in the silence,
Alone in the lounge not watching TV,
The volume muted but screen aglow,
For I fear the silent darkness.
Thoughts of past and the present,
Flood every crevice of my splintered mind,
Pushing me to the precipice of madness,
Clasping to stop a fall from the edge.
Overwhelming sadness and hatred,
Despising of my own sorry existance,
That of a life of abuse and bullies,
Pathetically weak and wilting.
Incredulous of my own abilities,
And of the faith others portray in me,
Depressing feelings of abject failure,
From past, to present, to future.
Incapable of shedding emotion,
Relentlessly seeking a way to release,
Letting of blood through inflicted pain,
An aid to stop feeling.
I cry as I sit in the silence,
Alone in the lounge not watching TV,
The volume muted but screen aglow,
For I fear the silent darkness.
Thoughts of past and the present,
Flood every crevice of my splintered mind,
Pushing me to the precipice of madness,
Clasping to stop a fall from the edge.
Overwhelming sadness and hatred,
Despising of my own sorry existance,
That of a life of abuse and bullies,
Pathetically weak and wilting.
Incredulous of my own abilities,
And of the faith others portray in me,
Depressing feelings of abject failure,
From past, to present, to future.
Incapable of shedding emotion,
Relentlessly seeking a way to release,
Letting of blood through inflicted pain,
An aid to stop feeling.
