It's just me in the halls walking with an empty feeling,
all of this silence is something I find appealing
but this loneliness is a feeling I dread,
I'd rather be alone at home instead
I feel alienated in this cold, horrible place,
with a hood over my head and a depressed look on my face
if I'm not hearing silence then it's the music I'm listening to,
it's an escape, something that I've gotten used to
I place myself in my mind and see a world that doesn't exist,
I'm a hunter, being chased by demons that attacked my wrist
I'm a project, being tested by cruel soldiers to complete my plan,
to rid the world of them for creating a madman
This is just an escape, from the real terror of my life,
It's better to fantasize than to be cut by a real blade or a rusted knife
I imagine myself trapped within one of my many twisted dreams,
the world overrun by demons with chaotic screams
I walk silently alone through the school halls,
in reality, it's nice and empty, in my head, the paper is peeling off the walls
it's a dark place I use to escape the horror of reality,
but it doesn't mean that I am set free
Even my own mind frightens me when I think to myself
the images created from fear and hatred, to torment me
it's like I'm creating a hell inside my head,
with the voices all telling me I'm better off dead
I'm going insane; slowly losing my mind,
happiness is something that is impossible to find
depression and darkness, things I did not intend
I regret to admit that this is the end
but never feel there isn't help, though it may be difficult to find or scary to seek. good luck with....whatever. to MyPoemList. bri :)
you are either a very imaginative, creative writer, OR a very lonely, tending-to-mental-illness CREATIVE WRITER. i wonder which it is. i hope you are not a poet/person who kills yourself before you get to enjoy more of life. i hope poetry is a good enough release for you IF you really have 'problems'! ! if you respond to my comment, please do so with a message, not (just) a 'reply' on this page; i rarely return to a poem page. (to be continued) ....
Powerful stuff, I think you have really experienced these feelings, to be able to write about them so well, like they say, you can't sing the blues, unless you've been blue....keep up the good work
Words of sadness are well-expressed here.... a perfect 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep feelings of sadness of a life at deplorable low ebb is aptly captured in the piece. Your insight into the nature of loneliness occasioned by depression is impressive and your power of expression, great. A nice and insightful creation written with rhythmic splendour. Thanks for sharing Jay'Reeona and do remain enriched.