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I'm at war with myself

with no where to turn

I wish I could see

who I am

but I would rather burn



I've made decisions

for wich I can not bare

my whole life's fading away at

a single glare..



I wish someone could see me

for who I really am

but I fear that no one

really gives a damn



should it mater that as

we speak

I am drunk

or do you think that

because I am

I am eternally damn..?



I wish that there was a way

I could except me for me

but I'd rather

except my own misery



I wish I could help you see

that there's a lot more to me

but I fear that

the end is near

and there's nothing left of me..

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Lolita
09:51 Nov 23 2009

well as long as you are wallowing in alcohol and not self-pity Oo



Well written poem... this is one of your best pieces of writing Murder.



My favourite verse and words I can relate to:



I wish that there was a way

I could except me for me

but I'd rather

except my own misery





Any human would at some point or another be able to relate to those words.

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LunaMaxwell
02:46 Nov 25 2009

I agree with Lolita...mostly

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As I sit here trapped within myself

I can't help but feel like

all my memories stored away

on a shelf

to display to the world what could of been

if I only chose to live without sin

why won't anyone let me in..?

I'm not saying that my life was bad

it's just hard not to think back of what

I had

in a lot of ways I miss the way things

use to be

but that's probably just me

I guess that when you're younger

you feel more free

free to do almost anything you wanted

without there being a cost

not taking the time time think

if there was even a cost

what more could anyone ask for

back then miss-chosen words

wouldn't start a war

a siple misunderstanding

wouldn't have you being shoved

out the front door

the only annoying thing then was

almost everything you did

you heard you're just a kid

if you did those same things today

you'd end up receiving all your mail

sitting inside a prison cell

how screwed up of a concept is that..?

you say one wrong thing

and everyone treats you like

you belong in hell

but still there are some mistakes

that I have made

that I would never change or rearrange

cause I would of never had the life

that I have right now

in fact without those mistakes

I don't know where I would be

or even how much I could take

someday I'll wake up

to my own inner heaven

to be able to see the one's

that I miss

the one's that I lost

not worrying about the cost

cause the cost will be worth it

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LunaMaxwell
19:33 Nov 21 2009

Again...nice one. If you need to talk to anyone you know i'll be there :)

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I need something to erase

this mental image that I see

something to eliminate this pain

inside of me

it's like my existence is no longer

welcomed

my world fell apart

now I'm truly unwelcomed



the pain has to stop at some point

I not only hurt physically

I ache in every joint

even after everything I've done

it's almost like everything

I've wanted has come undone



can you prove me wrong..?

do I even belong..?

how is it that things could be

this way..?

I'm at a lost for words

I don't know what else to say



I'm not even sure if I

want to know the truth

what if what I'm thinking

is true..?

what if there's nothing

that I can do..?



I can't take the thoughts

inside my head anymore

every path I choose

just seems to lead to

another closed door



I wish there was a way

to fix what's wrong with me

if only the answer could

be easier to see



It seems to me

that everything I do

ends up being a mistake

this life I'm in I can

no longer take



my world's falling apart

it's slowly caving in

I'm lost within a maze

where my whole life's

nothing more then a sin

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LunaMaxwell
04:25 Nov 17 2009

I really understand this one. I can feel the emotion behind every word. Well written

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Stuck in my own inner world

that feels like it's about to cave in

reality and fantasy collide

with no one to let me in

it's like I'm always coming in last,

that being second best

will never be apart of my past



I'll no longer be your second choice

I have my own mind and

my own voice

I wanted to share what we had

with everyone

but you treated what we had

like a simple fad



I'm no longer doing what you

tell me to do

if I tell her I lose you..?

even if I don’t

I’ll never have you..?

here's a new one for you

we're through



I use to think that

if I convinced myself

that a one-way trip

could change everything,

you would alter the way you feel

but I know it won’t

It won’t change a thing

cause to you I won't amount

to anything



At the end of the day,

It’s her hand you hold

her lips you kiss

and in her arms

you choose to stay



Am I something to be ashamed of..?

What was so wrong

with being with me

that you choose to do this..?

I guess it's true when people say

ignorance is bliss

cause ignorance definitely suits you



I’m done chasing you around

only to be left feeling like

I was purposely dropped off

in the lost and found



Trying to protect your feelings

and salvage a friendship

was a waste of time

your existence should be

treated like a crime



Was it really worth it..?

what you did to me and her

will no longer occur

my feelings no longer feel

like a random blur

I’m tired of hiding..

I’m tired of hurting,

I’m tired of being alone



I’m tired of pretending

that there's nothing wrong

when all along

you was the one who didn't

belong



You said I meant

everything to you

apparently that wasn't

enough

you lied to me every step

of the way

and for that

I'm leaving you this

very day



Written by:

AMurderOfSin & PneumaticEnd

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Lolita
08:48 Nov 13 2009

This poem reminds me of a female on this site who leads on multiple men with the promise of meeting them. Girls like this have no intention of meeting the men they talk to. They crave attention, nothing else... and when they can't get that they move on to their next victim.



A slut would be an easy way to describe someone like this but I feel sorry for them... they are sick.

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Bijou
09:09 Nov 13 2009

dark and sad. i can't people who play games like this

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