Crying Out


I think about the moon
I think about the stars
I think about being right where you are
I think about life
I think about death
It could be give and took in the same breath
I think about the ocean and all the things in it
I think how volcanoes could erupt any minute
How quickly a missile could shoot across the sky
The world could be over in the blink of an eye
I think about the fun things I used to do
I think about these things as I sit in this room
Can't go anywhere there may be a crowd or where things may get too loud
I hate everyone is what I say
But thats only to keep the truth at bay.
I'm scared of the world and everyone in it.
My own mind betrays me every damn minute.
I'm damaged I'm sick I've gone off the edge
How did this happen is it the life I've lead?
I think about the end but I'm too scared to do it
I drink and do drugs to help get me through it
I look for someone who might can see through it
So many faces
So many late nights
They all run together I'm alone in this fight
I think about the moon
I think about the stars
I think about a life
without all these scars

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