A quiet riot in my head
A tragedy for a brain
Something has got to be wrong up there
Because I can feel myself slowly going insane
Numb all the time
But hurt all the same
Anger, hatred, pain
Again and again and again I pay
Why?
Whatever have I done?
To make these enemies trample me,
One by one?
Broken forever?
God, I hope not
If anyone is even looking out for me anymore
I'll surely be impressed
Because they must be hidden pretty good,
For I can't find them
Like I'm under house arrest
Lost in my own brain am I?
Why wont you ever try to help?
Is there nothing worth saving
No one left in here to help?
Help.
Please,
I don't even know whats wrong
You all ignore me as I scream
Just see a happy quiet face
Hidden underneath
I'm full of disgrace
Longing, for closure?
Maybe
But its not worth it.
Nothing is worth it
Life is barely even worth it
Everything good is gone
It will never return to me
For I am always going to be broken
Lost in my own head,
For eternity.
I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you.
your poem is deep. It is really well written, you have some amazing lines in there. I hope you get the help you need remember you always have friends on here. you can message me or any one you would like if you ever want to talk. I promise you wont stay broken forever... stay strong
"would someone care to classify our broken hearts and twisted minds, so i can find someone to rely on,
and run to them, to them full speed ahead."
-paramore
I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you.
I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you.
