posted on Sep, 19 2007 @ 04:13 PM
Pretty much, I'm in a point of my life where it can get no worse. I've lost everything I had and more. I hope this is over soon.
PLEASE READ. :]
She is timid, sad and scared,
In these misfortunes, she is ensnared,
One, two blows in quick succession,
She digs her grave that is depression,
Her eyes are empty, cold like steel,
These eyes, they cry but don't reveal,
The weakness that is her incarnation,
Ruptures in her heart, mind aberration,
A shield of armour, of cold-eyed glares,
Of poisonous words, of dramatic affairs,
Yet behind this facade is so fragile a girl,
So tightly protected, to never unfurl,
Self-inflicted judgement upon every her move,
Trick stepping stones that must approve,
Lest she fall through to the deep,
Empty blackness in which they sleep,
Concrete sealed her buffeted soul,
Until the melancholy swallowed her whole,
Beautiful folded butterfly wings,
From which she hid from Hell's fiery rings,
From which she hid from all her peers,
From which she hid all of her tears,
From which she hides inside and from,
The darkness to which she would succumb,
Her head is bowed tears falling fast,
Rejection, struggles, all is not past,
She heaves and yells in uncontrollable fear,
She cries and she wishes but salvation is not near,
Move on, she says in her seclusion,
It will be okay, it is just an illusion,
Like looking at her own attack,
Through a blanket that showed but only black,
My heart is only in disrepair,
When will I wake from this nightmare?
When will the wings decide to unfold?
When can I look at the world so bold?
When will the wings allow me exemption?
When will the world accept my redemption?
When will it be over if it will at all?
When will I be so deep there is no more to fall?
I'm going to snap if someone says anything related to "emo" about my poem. So just don't do it. Thank you.
BBCode is screwy D:
[edit on 19-9-2007 by Paresthesia]