Deep Sad Poems
Yesterday's goals, dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.
Painful scars borne; Love's history.
Futures crumble when doubt appears.
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
Swooned by appeal - when numbness lured.
Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.
One wish, only to be released.
Granted - now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love's deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.
I get a funny
feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.
Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.
I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.
I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day.
Yesterday I
cried a silent tear for fear of losing you
Today I cried a
silent tear because you left my heart behind
Tomorrow I'll
cry a silent tear because I'll be getting over you....
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for those tears I cried,
I can't help but wonder why
Every time you looked me in the eye,
I think about it and want to die,
If you meant it don't just leave,
Please stay and comfort me.
Wandering in
darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.
Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.
Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.
Woke up this
morning
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast
And we continued our lie
Every day it is similar
You are cheery
And so am I
Our terrible lie
Can you imagine a time
When we awoke and did not speak
Realizing our moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little life?
I do wish sometimes
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already
Weeping far within
The lie, terrible and unending
Would cease to be
And I would know the real you
And you the real me
But, the lie drags on for now
For it is not written in the stars
And perhaps it will never be
I am my own companion
The dreaded truth
Gathered in a lifetime
Sentenced for an eternity
Realized too late
Sad poems always
make me cry
Cause i love sad stories
I cry harder if
The hero he does die
You can have your sad movies
They dont make me cry
I have to have them sad poems
I have to see them
Appear in my dream
When i write them sad poems
They always make me cry
My woman always leave me
In my sad poems
Then they become sadder poems
That always make me cry
I wouldn't tell a lie
If i were to say
That i shed a little tear
When i read my sad poems
That always make me cry
I'm almost afraid
to look today
See what the years have done
You're looking older day by day
And I just want to run.
The mirror tells the secret
That I'm afraid will tell
That you don't look as pretty
As you did back then, oh well!
You have so many wrinkles
That weren't there yesterday
Your hair is white as snow too
What happened along the way?
Your stature's somewhat lowered
As you limp along the walk
Your speech is somewhat muffled
As you try your best to talk.
I look into the mirror
To see what I can see
Your picture is much dimmer
Not what it used to be.
Could it be added birthdays
That caused this change in you?
I don't like the mirror
Because it makes me blue.
What happened to those years
And where did you go too?
The mirror tells the story
I do not recognize you.
No perfection
runs through me
not even decency
false potential in my eyes
It's there i know it is
Don't try to attempt to tell me otherwise
because I know my rights from wrong
Don't worry though, the end will come very strong
My final wrong doings will not go unknown
At my last turn,
I will carve them on a stone
This is where i take my last stand
With the confession in my hand
silently scream my last goodbyes
Then fall under these dark skies