Last Write

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"Last Write"   10 - 12 - 02



how many times

have i cried

how many ways

have i pried

into my soul

poured out of my heart

trying to seal a hole

to join the parts

57 times addressed

so many ways expressed

suicide, homicide

accidental and obsession

the ways i live

my hollow depression

day in and day out

these dreary ends

haunt my thoughts

making no amends

for all the hurt

and pain inflicted

so horrible this condition

i feel hand-picked

out of the many

and into the few

no longer i wish

so i bid you adeiu...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

im tired of poetry--it does nothing but bring me memories and depression. fuck it all

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