I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying
In my mind…
I'm screaming out to change my ways But it's just a lie to say I'm trying I find that young boys soul deep down He's crying out for help I never chased his dreams I've been lying to myself It's all up to me Why can't I seem to see There is no one to fix my million problems No one to stop and rewind the time in which I've made no progress I regress into sadness again and again I find myself drifting into madness Lost on this one way path to what's supposed to be a life of happiness If it's truly what I want to do If I'm truly passionate If I have as much potential as they say... Why can't I seem to capture it Use it when I wish Use it how I please I can't seem to do anything with myself I'm falling to my knees
I remember thinking A man without a dream Is as good as dead it seems
"If he wants to feel alive again
If he want to be redeemed
He has to teach himself to strive again
No more calling out with pleads
He does not have to take the easy route
The only path that society seems to see"
Thank you for entering this poem into my contest!
I struggle with anxiety and depression and it sucks. It's something I'll have to deal with my whole life. But where my source of joy comes from is writing. It helps me understand who I am and what I go through. These words are very real feelings that are very common in todays world. You are an extremely talented writer/author and I just want to let you know that, whenever you are going through something difficult or it just seems to much, just write! It will help you and others around you.
Your writing is incredible and keep up the incredible work!
If you want to, could you read my story, "the blonde girl," you don't have to if you don't want to, I just felt like I should share it with you.
this is amazing! so deep and put into a phrase of meaningful words. you're so talented and have the mind of an incredible writer. i hope this is something you're considering to pursue as a career one day or already have. you'd be gr8 at it :)
There is a real sense of desolation as you start this poem. Desolation and a lack of forgiveness in yourself. I loved the subtle shift from that dark introspective set up into a much more hope filled finale. Beautifully written with emotion behind it, loved reading it, thank you
"If he wants to feel alive again
If he want to be redeemed
He has to teach himself to strive again
No more calling out with pleads
He does not have to take the easy route
The only path that society seems to see"
Thank you for entering this poem into my contest!
I struggle with anxiety and depression and it sucks. It's something I'll have to deal with my whole life. But where my source of joy comes from is writing. It helps me understand who I am and what I go through. These words are very real feelings that are very common in todays world. You are an extremely talented writer/author and I just want to let you know that, whenever you are going through something difficult or it just seems to much, just write! It will help you and others around you.
Your writing is incredible and keep up the incredible work!
If you want to, could you read my story, "the blonde girl," you don't have to if you don't want to, I just felt like I should share it with you.
I love this writing so much! A ton of people (including me) relates to this piece a lot and I'm amazed on how you wrote it and I also love the flow of your poem. My favorite part was the last lines,
"The path that you've been put on
Is never set set in stone
The world is ruled by society
Just as much as it is by you and you alone
You simply must believe
If the life you lives a book
Why not write it as you please."
Please keep on writing, you're amazing! x
-lostnstars
I enjoyed this poem. Left the reader with something to think about.
"You simply must believe
If the life you lives a book
Why not write it as you please."
I agree with the above lines. We decide our journey. Good or bad. We get what we deserve. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
I'm a bit confused. You spend the first eight stanzas in variations on: "I can't seem to do anything with myself." Over and over it's, "I know better but can't make myself change."
But then comes a rationalization that it's okay to do as you please—which is restating all the complaints, above, as a virtue. Seems more of an excuse than an epiphany.