Key

It's not worth it,
too much pain,
my body is empty,
I feel grey, just like the clouds.

Rain on me,
I don't have my umbrella,
make me feel worse.
I guarantee you can do it.
I ask you, please.
Make the pain worse,
make it so unbearable that I would have to stop it,
make me not want to take anymore.
Make it so my lifeless soul could end itself completely.

Please, come at me.
Just destroy me.

Scarlett O'Hara

Oooo I like that. I'm not just saying that because I like you. I write similar type of poetry. Is this close to home or more of an observance?

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Key

It's pretty close to home. A lot of my poetry is considerably dark. That's cool though, i'm glad we can relate in that sense. I've been writing for well over 6 years now. What about you?

Scarlett O'Hara

I've been writing for 10. I will post some of my stuff up in my thread I made so you can see. It's dark and moody most of the time. It's great for getting out how I feel about things instead of doing something harmful to myself if you know what I mean.

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Key

I know exactly what you mean. Though, I wish I could say the same. I've done things I regret, but that's life. People sometimes ask me if i'm doing ok from reading my poetry, and I just say i'm doing fine, regardless if it's true or not. 99.99% of the time, my poetry is personal. That .1% or is it .01, idk, anyway, it is usually caused by writers block. Edgar Allen Poe is a writer whom I look up to. Because he had a life that I can relate to in some ways or another.

Key

Put covers over me,
I won't sleep.
Put a pillow under my head,
I won't relax.
Make me feel warm,
I will not thank you.

Negative energy runs through my body,
it's nothing new, i've been in this situation.
More times than I can count.

I don't care. It's my fault.
I let things happen, I let people leave,
I gave up trying to be me,
and started to be nobody.

Of course you wouldn't like it,
i'm not who or what I used to be.
You either gotta live with it,
or seize to talk to me.

Key

Why?

Evidently, I have my good days,
and I have my bad.
Why must both be so closely bound.
Why can't I go for a few days, without a pain in my heart,
or a burn in my skin.
I can't stand the scars.

Why is it when I feel happy,
I put on a fake smile, only to bring me back down.
Why must I deal with a deformed heart,
why must I deal with the scars that have been sewn into my skin.

Please tell me,
why am I being punished?
Why am I being given hell for things I have never done,
for things I never knew would happen.

Why can't I form a real smile.

I ask you again,
please tell me,
why?
Why am I being punished?

Key

This Feeling

This feeling inside me,
inside my skin, inside my being,
it's flowing through me like it's never done before.

I don't really remember the last time I felt this,
Only thing I remember is trying to get rid of it,
but this time it's different.
I want it to stay.

There's no reason for me to fear what not need be feared,
there's no reason I have to try so hard to not be happy,
why would I self harm myself, to the point where it's all that I wanted.

I look back, and I just didn't see the point.
Still don't see the point.
I couldn't figure it out before,
and I don't think I ever will.

Sadness had become something regular for me,
and it's time I finally let it go,
and become a new me.

Key

False

Been walking on this earth for about 20 years,
unreal, invisible.
I don't stand out,
I don't exist.

I'm a figment of imagination,
people don't see me.
They don't want to see me,
they don't want to know me.

Starting to feel that its best that way,
to just stay the way I am.
Anonymous, invisible,
a ghost.

Scarlett O'Hara

^ That one really speaks to me, I can really feel your inner silence coming through. Great work!

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