No End Poem by Odyah Eezyah

No End



Im so tired of being depressed, im so tired of all the lies
I cant help but wonder whats the point of life if everybody dies
I lay awake each night too afraid to sleep
I fear one day I may never awake and fall into a dream that's too deep
I trudge through life day by day, over cumbered by sadness
I fight the war each and every day, just hoping to see an end to the madness
The battle rages on inside my mind, wondering why I can never be kind
Philosophical thoughts of a world that never existed
The world becomes smaller as my brain is diminished
Greeting happiness with a smile cause its been awhile
But following right behind is the detrimental sadness
Equipped with a fully loaded gun, its time to fill the canvas
How did I get here? Where did I start?
The vivid red blood splatter lays upon the wall as If it were a work of art
The blood fades but the memories never will
I can dream to make believe but reality is always at the end of my quill
Sorrow, Sadness and the Detrimental Madness
WHY OH WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON MY CANVAS?

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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