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Poetry By: RaisinGirl

I'm emo, I'm caving in, and dead-ish...

Submitted:Mar 12, 2009    Reads: 133    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   

you make me sick

you scar upon my trust

why would you pick

my brain apart, unjust

lying in the vast darkness

of the pit of dire madness

I cry out for all sanity

to release my torn soul

and believe I will survive

but I die anyway

until today, I never knew

how bad things would become

but now that I am numbed

the worst is facing me

I hate myself to an infinite degree

possibly enough to fight

myself to the finish

until I kill me dead

I want to leave my scars behind

my ashes are scattered

my eyes are blackened

swollen hands

dripping with the blood

from my mental anguish

and I can not see far from here

for the disturbed destruction

is pullingme inward

and I am caving in on myself

I wish I could dissappear

leave you all behind

I am a living dead person

just like the rest of humanity

but they don't realize it

we all fake every day

just to get by

and for what

and who really cares

I don't care anymore

nothing matters anymore

I am finished

about to explode

at any given moment

wilt into a nightmare

from this fire of madness

and into a black hole downward

I spiral out of control

and spontaneously

I combust

my anti-trust

my humanoid-vitals are gone

and I am vanished


into a million pieces

of dust

not a trace

of my bones

for I am dead - ish


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