Category: Writers Block
I have no words to describe
the things I feel from day to day
I have no will to fight
the way I once resisted everything
I live to hate
because no other emotion is real
I am alone
because the world is an untrustworthy place
I create a world inside of me
where only I can survive
this place within
so cold
I've learned to shut out the outside world
and be absorbed by my fantasies
these memories
I cannot leave behind me
I will never cry
for crying shows emotion
and so I remain
encased in my block of ice
where no one can ever hurt me...
again
I can't speak for you; but, if that was all there was to my own life, I'd commit suicide. That's a sad commentary on a solitary life. Is there nothing more in it than hate and fantasy? If there isn't, then I feel sorry for you.
ive tried that and it only exacerbates an already dreadful situation because IF and when you survive you have to face the pain of those who DO care,the guilt they subconsciously inflict...You can and do carry that around for years and it tears you up inside like a serrated knife.
Suicide is never painless.
Well, You need a punctuation at the end of every line, so if nothing else fits, try a comma. Well, it's quite morbid.