The following poem is a strangely depressing collection of words I pieced together after an exceptionally rough day (today). I’ve never posted a real poem of my own in the public forum before. You can see how the writing and a good friend helped me get it all out. Don’t worry, I’m better now… or at least I will be.
I need to write, but nothing comes to my head.
After today, though, I wish I was dead.
My emotions are swimming,
My tear-ducts are brimming.
My life is balancing on a thread.
I pull my head up to gasp for some air.
I inhale with vigor but nothing is there.
My mind starts racing,
My fears I am facing,
I wonder how much more I can bare.
They say there’s a light at the end of this shaft.
If you close your eyes tight, you can feel the slight draft.
Just fight through the black,
Don’t ever look back,
I hear all their words and just laugh.
“You say what you think I need to hear.”
I quiver with angst and a slight twinge of fear.
They stare in my eyes,
And I realize…
Alas, they are right. Then the tear.
Life may be hard, and people may die.
Friends are betrayed, and sometimes we cry.
Yet here I will sit
If only for a bit.
Cause I won’t die a virgin.
The ending of this poem is not meant in any way to be taken seriously. It was an attempt to end the poem in a light hearted manner to prove the fact that I’m not Emo as the poem may imply.
