Well this poem seems a bit depressing if I read over it but I wrote it at the end of a bad day so... I'm not sure if it's too repetitive... any criticism or comments welcome!
How can one feel so alone,
In a world bursting with people?
How can one wish to die,
When their life has barely begun?
Why do I feel like I am drowning,
In an endless sea of emotion?
Why do I feel buried deep,
In a dark bottomless hole?
How do I reach the light?
How do I save myself?
How do I stop drowning?
How do I stop falling?
All I know is that I can’t.
I can’t grip reality,
This world is just too crazy for me.
So I’ll stop fighting, I’ll give in.
I’ll leave this world and start to fly.
I’ll leave this world and drift through the clouds.
I’ll leave this world and sit on the moon.
I’ll leave this world and never look back.
And that’s when I pulled the trigger.
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