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Poem: Messed Up!

woman sitting on a bridge alone and watching sunset

A lot goes on in my mind,
A lot that can’t be read,
I am filled with endless wrath,
In this endless path,
Even though I’m isolated,
My back is heavily weighted,
I was slowly gonna fall,
I might as well crawl,
Everything was full of pressure,
This wasn’t gonna get any better,
Another day goes by,
By the bay is where I cry,
I look upon the shore and see my reflection,
My tears made more a collection,
I stood there as my wrist bled,
If I could, I would get the help I need,
I kept crying as I was trying,
But there I was slowly dying and tired of lying,
I cried and screamed loudly,
My demons inside laughed proudly,
They all thought it was a game,
They all thought it was for fame,
I had nothing left to live for,
There was nothing to be kept anymore,
I wiped the red off my tears,
Accepting that my end was near,
I took the knife into my heart,
And there my life fell apart.

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