What is life worth living for?
#8 of Poetry
I just made this poem to get some emotions out of my body, to not focus on the pain.
So yeah, I'm in a really bad mood right now,
they thought we had a good talk, I ended up crying alone in the dark.
Not happy with how my life is so far except some bright points.
Maybe I should've ended it four years ago, too late now.
I'll see how I'll manage.
What is life worth living for,
when those around me won't see,
all the good things that I do,
just keep complaining, hating me.
They tell me that they keep helping,
that they are always there and ready for me,
but that they get nothing in return,
just disobedience, the truth they won't see.
I always try to be a good person,
a good friend, sibling and son,
but even if I make just one mistake,
they always get mad, the love is gone.
These things make me feel all sick inside,
feeling sad, unwanted, unloved, misunderstood.
Trying to confront you about these feelings,
results in pain and misery being added to the flood.
I am once more at the point of no return,
getting ready to give the fatal slice.
Thinking about those that I'm leaving behind,
I feel no sorrow, not very loved, isn't it nice?
I stop to think and realise,
this is a selfish thing to do.
Someone special is waiting on me,
and I'm not ruining it because of you.
So as I lower my knife and remove my tears,
my feelings return to the depth once more.
But they are still there and waiting for the day,
that the last remark creates not tears but gore.