Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Lowest of the low

Poetry By: Ghonesis

I wrote this in my bed, sitting up against a wall in my bed, curled up under the blankets, pen in the right hand and flashlight in the left.
The best situation to write in when writing depressing poetry, right?

Submitted:Mar 11, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

Filth, dirt, scum,

Sick, disturbed, mental:

My dream, my heaven.

My hell: being normal.


Trample me, spit on me,

It feels so good.

Superiority, I know,

It feels too good.


Don't help me, leave me,

To die in this rotting hole.

I don't belong here, don't lie,

You never cared at all.


Call me insane,

I'm just being me.

Lowest of the low,

The person I prefer to be.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.