"Living in Darkness"

Nothing I say or do really matters my thoughts.. scattered/

Train your brain is fucking scattered might as well lay it down on the platter/

This chapter tells a story why my mind it seems so gory/

sorry if you think its boring I dont care cuz I'm ignoring/

 

anyone who puts me down let it be known that I shook the town/

walk around with a crooked smile for many years been in denile/

suicial survivor I'm in my car driving/

Only thing that I can think about is dying/

 

Living in Darkness x4

 

Maybe Im screwed maybe I'm fucked.. maybe Iv'e always been shit out of luck/

Maybe my minds just stuck in a rut I'm a nut bout to bust bout to crumble to dust/

Yell and I fuss, scream and I cuss, trying to nip it right all in the butt/

feel like a dog at the pound I'm a mut had enough of this stuff I'm about to give up/

 

When I reach for the knife and I make that cut adrenaline rush it makes me blush/

Face is flushed lips puckered up I want more pain like a sucker punch/

make it enough so I can spew my lunch all in all I"m a stupid dunce/

No front very blunt considerable, miserable, pitiful runt/

 

Living in Darkness x4

 

I'm living in darkness in my apartment lying down on the carpet/

Why the fuck do i feel like garbage? thought my inner thought were harmless/

good grief it smells like carcus.. inner demons try to harm me/

This is more then quite alarming maybe I'm just the devils target/

 

Heavens calling angels fallen cry my eyes in my bedroom balling/

Grab a pen and paper drawing save me God I know your watching/

Pain inflicted.. is calming, sad to say I'm sickly twisted/

Spirit should be quickly lifted living in darkness as depicted/

 

Living in Darkness

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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