Description: very depressed at this point in time.
Losing Myself To MY Own Hate. -------------------------------------------
The black walls cave in as the night gets colder. Lost in my own insanities. Looking at every insecurity and picking up a knife. The blood drains from my body as I turned white as a ghost walking the hall at night in an abandon house. Itís a mystery on how someone could ever feel this way. All the love is love from a knife and blood from the tender wrists. The veins turn black and I fall to the floor, gasping for air wondering if someone will notice, wondering if I will survive tonight. No, probably not. Iím seen as the mistake you made when you had an abortion. I am the disappointment that left you choking at your grave. I am the misfit that the punks always talk about. And most of all, I am like nothing, and nothing again. Nothing just like the wind and the air. Invisible like you are to me. I feel nothing and nothing againÖ
some of the lines got at me... while some lost me. Im not gonna lie your ending wuz nice... swell way ta end that. Your opener wuz very dark and dismal, great way to start it off. But why call it a rant? Its personal, so its non of my business, in anycase i like it
Hey hey, lol your right next to me in class lol, Anyway i just read your 1st piece and it's a lot like some of mine just in a different view, i liked the over all theme of this piece and can really relate, great write and just to warn you some people might comment on the organization of the poem idk but they really don't like having poems in paragraphs. Later,