I stand alone with the lights turned out,
reaching for the existance that I want on my fingertips.
I hear the voices through the darkness call me strange,
i feel my whole body grow cold,
like someone touched me frozen.
I breathe out good and intake evil,
for it reeks with their hate throughout the dark air,
I knew then,
that I was not home.
I can never speak of my excuses for my attempted suicide,
and I drowned in the darkness that sent a wave through me.
My hands will never stretch out toward the darkness again
because I've become whatever they've told me I will,
and I watched the world devour in flames,
the only light I saw,
were the flames.
It's very good, and you keep writing you have such a talent. Keep up the good work! ! !
Great write Ellie - but you know sometimes you can't see the brightest light, because you see, it's yourself, and you should always remember that. Sincerely Egal..
Tyease, there is another side of life as well which is definitely brighter than this one the dark. Sometimes existance may not be on your fingertips though we all desire and struggle for it. Keep thinking and keep writing. Best Wishes Naseer
Your written expression is beautiful! Thanks for sharing and time does not heal at our pace but at its own. You are never alone and writing it helps understand it!
Wow, that's very deep. I enjoyed reading. Very descriptive about what's all around you. Allie♥
and I watched the world devour in flames, the only light I saw, were the flames....... destruction n destruction only.... beautiful write dear. i admire ur skill
amazingly wrote and speaks of your pain and problems without sounding whiney and weak, you write very well! ! ! ! ! keep it up! ! !
your poem is very good and reminds me how i felt at one time when i was considering suicide....keep writing. It helps heal the hurts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it. good job.. but the light does exist and there is goodness in all of us.