Let Me Rot Away Poem by ESPN CHICK

Let Me Rot Away



Let me sit here and rot inside myself
Cause there isn't anything else to do
No one to share life with
And no one to lean on

Just me, myself, and I
That's all I will ever have
Just sitting here slowly rotting away
Watching the time roll by

With the clock ticking slowly
And the sound of the clock is driving me crazy
Feels like its never ending
Along with my life

Feels like I'm just trapped here inside a box and I can't get out
Sitting inside myself with my shattered heart and with my soul turning black
Feels like I'm rotting away
Doesn't matter if I'm alive or dead

Cause it feels like no body cares if I'm here or not anyhow
So who cares if I sit and rot away
All I want to do is scream out loud and punch the wall
No one understands anything I've been through

Everyone that surrounds me thinks that I'm doing just fine
But I'm not they see through the broken smiles
The tears that waits to fall from my eyes
They see through it all


I'm already dying inside
I'm broken inside and out
I keep covering up the pain and lies in the mirror
I still hate what I see in the mirror

So who cares if I sit here inside myself and rot away
I'm already half way gone anyhow
No one has even bothered to seek further
Seek and find if I'm okay or not

In the case who cares if I'm alright or not
I'm living nothing but a lie
Let me rot away
Cause there's no need for me to stay here

May 27,2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Jackson 27 May 2008

Lighten up! You're only 17 years old, (and stop using 'cause' for because.) Make something of yourself. Invent your life. Make it what you want it to be. Your life is a gift. The only thing holding you back is yourself! If this sounds harsh, it is not meant to be. Go out and make some friends. Introduce yourself to others. Act interested and be interested in them. To have a friend you must be a friend. Look around. Life could be worse. You could be dead in Burma or earthquake battered China. I realize that I do not know what you have been through, but it does not really matter. You are responsible in determining what happens next. Savor your life while you can. Be thankful. Use your sorrow to contrast the sweet in life. Use it to help you appreciate the good things.

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