RYL Forums - View Single Post

DarkWhispers123 · 15-10-2013, 10:11 PM

Huddled in a corner, hiding from the world.
A hurt so great that you refuse to let go to have something left to hold on to.
Darkness in this outer sphere slithers inward and blackens the heart.
It`s hard to move forward when hiding from the present.
The past haunts, flirting an easy way to make it all stop.
Always the same apparition.
You see nothing as you see yourself.
And when tomorrow comes, will you still be here?

15-10-2013, 10:11 PM	#1
DarkWhispers123 Whats the point in living? We're all going to die Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: New Zealand I am currently:	Untitled Poem Huddled in a corner, hiding from the world. A hurt so great that you refuse to let go to have something left to hold on to. Darkness in this outer sphere slithers inward and blackens the heart. It`s hard to move forward when hiding from the present. The past haunts, flirting an easy way to make it all stop. Always the same apparition. You see nothing as you see yourself. And when tomorrow comes, will you still be here?
	Have you ever sat there and wondered ‘why am I still here? I don’t even want to be here. I haven’t wanted to be here for so long. What’s keeping me here?’ And then you realize the answer is nothing. And that scares you even more than the fact that you don’t want to be here anymore.