Category: Writers Block
another poem, from a shit writer- but who cares.
the awakening
time it passes, oh so slow
the pain inside me you'll never know
the thoughts are strong, the thoughts are there
much too dark for me to share
i look distant, i look pail
my life is such an unhappy tale
i want to end it
i want to die
i want to suffer
i wonder why
i keep holding back
not letting go
but the fear and the thoughts
they are starting to show
my face does not look right
i'm starting to scream
i'm shaking like crazy
what does this mean?
a life it's so broken
shattered like glass
the future's not real
and the pain is the past
when will it end,
when can i break free?
when will this torment, be over for me
but a sudden change.. what happened there?
happy thoughts taking the place of despair
a will to survive
a will to live
a will to mend
and a will to forgive
it happens so fast
like trains on a track
1 moment it's forward,
next moment, it's back
the emotions run freely
up, and then down
1 minit, i'm flying
next, on the ground
when i'm down i'm so useless
pathetic and weak
no energy to move
no energy to speak
but when i'm up it's so diffrent
bad thoughts being taken
now's the time to relive,
the time to awaken