sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Broken Pieces
Pills scattered across the floor, as I watch you pick through an assortment of different pharmaceutical remedies, all I can see is broken pieces. They are no longer medication, but have become your damnation. No longer an excuse to get high, but your only escape, the only way you can hide from the pain & self-hate that tears you apart from the inside. Internal scars you try to hide, not from others, but from yourself. Moderation has become nothing but a vocabulary word, & I sit here watching you, silently, because I know nothing I’d say would be heard.
By Nikita Foltz8 years ago in Poets
From Me to You...
I am alone in this world, deep down very sad and alone. I want to go home I want to feel stoned! I have so much hate in my heart, but I turn all this hate into art, with a cut here and a cut there, you tell me you understand but really you're not even a man... how can you understand what I go through when I don't even tell you? You say you see it in my eyes but Jesus man you are so blind!! You do not love me you just love who you want me to be. And for me to be that person is not who I am. I am alone in this world a very lonely girl, with so much fire inside of me, I desire of who I need to be. You take things I say out of proportion, well dammit maybe I should have been aborted because no one will ever understand my thoughts even if I explained them every day for a hundred years well dear my time is here to really just disappear...
By Casey Rank8 years ago in Poets
The Silence
As I stand alone, like all the days before. I realize how alone I truly am. I sit in silence... I sleep in silence... I think in silence. I want to be loud I want to feel and know and talk. But there is no one around. No one has the time to stop and listen. They all have their own noise going on. So much like the silence I disappear. Like a breath on a cold night, or like the morning dew. Insignificant, and waste of time to give more than a moment's thought to.
By Jason wall8 years ago in Poets
