this is somthing i wrote a long time ago.. and had it posted on a site with poetry and such.. but since i left the site and will no longer go back.. i thought i wud post it here.. instead of putting a link...
anyhow... here it is..
~Lost In Darkness~
I wake in the morning from another sleepless night...
I go on with my meaningless routine without a single fight...
Feeling dirt and grime soaked into my skin...
Feeling so dirty and cheap...
My life has taken such a dramatic spin...
How much longer of my sanity can i keep..
Is that a reflection in the window??
Who is that looking back at me??
I dont recognise her... I no longer know...
Why can't i stop these tears i cry??
These tears that constantly fall...
Fall from the inside and out...
How am i crying>> How is it possible??
I feel so numb inside.. so hollow and empty..
A cold and empty void inside my soul..
A hole all the way through to my heart..
Puncturing both my lungs,
making it that much harder for me to breathe..
Drowning in this poison oxygen all around...
Hurting so much...
In a crippling pain that shoots right into my chest..
People everywhere looking straight at me..
Talking to me always...
Not seeing the pain I'm in..
Not seeing the acid tears that fall,
burning my eyes and cheeks..
They know nothing...
Just the smile on my face..
and the laughter that they hear...
Oblivious to my wishes of death..
My hunger to just no longer be..
Or are they so ignorant??
Why dont i reach for help?
I once thought it the right thing to do..
But why save something so lost and gone?
Why use that effort on a lost cause??
Why try and cure a person on her death bed,
when you can cure one who still has hope??
Thats why they ignore.. Its what they see..
Hopeless.... too lost...
Yes, My death bed..
I'm falling hard and fast...
Deep down in the darkness where nobody survives..
Digging my nails into the walls..
Gasping for fresh air for my contaminated lungs..
Attempting to climb but still i fall..
Sliding more and more each second..
Being swallowed by the bitter coldness down below..
A piercing silence through the air thats so deffaning.
Falling... Falling...
I cut my wrists and watch the liquid flow..
Red and warm... so inviting...
Feeling better as each drop falls..
Darkness doesnt scare me anymore..
I'm giving in..
I'm giving up..
I've found my cure..
I've found my safe spot..
I'm ready to go..
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okay, were you just being creative or did some of these actually happen? i mean you wrote something so painful and dark. its almost too scary. but i like it. i like gothic literature.
lol... no they didnt really happen.. no death beds, no cutting and bleeding death.. I was mostly just being very creative.. but i was in a dark place when i wrote this... honestly since that time.. i sometimes wonder if I've found my way completly out of the dark.. no matter how far away into the light a person goes.. the dark is always near... close behind.. following u.. waiting for a chance to bring u back into its demonic world..
meh.. i never thought it was a very good piece.. i duno..
another proof of life...shadows are always there to let you know that there's a light nearby.
funny how the light never seems to last as long as the dark tho.. eh?
depends on which side of the world ur in...i mean some countries have longer days than nights so they'd long for darkness instead.:>hehehe.
LOOOOL... i wud have sooo pinched u or pushed u off ur chair if u were next to me.. LOOOL.. but i must say.. indeed ur 100% right :P
hey sharia i hope ur ok i know i was never there to help you and im sooooo sorry u turned out to be the better sister u were there when i needed u n i wasnt there hope ur out and far from ur dark place i will try ny best to shine on ur days to keep it away I love u and i should try to do something to keeep u happy... my name helps i am friends with the sun.... LOVE U big sis
Great work.
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