Sick

• Artist: peacefulsword
• Description: This is unrhyming poetry that came from this feeling I get when I stay up late and think about my life and man kind.
• Date: 01/17/2009
• Tags: sick

I feel ill. my life is acting as if it is choking me off. I am encaged within myself. Chained by my pride and dignity. Watching the years pass away..My heart hurts. I can only stand by as the people whom I have tried to make peace with for years...cut my helpless inner self with the same blade. I am cursed to bear this sickness. I am imprisoned by those who reject me. I feel myself slowly fading away. My life loses meaning. I can't remember my reason for living. I don't know if I'll die because of this or if I am already dead. I am going numb. I can't feel my emotions anymore,and yet there's pain.I don't know how to think.

We live in a world of of suppression of our true selves, The reality is we're sick.

Comments

[zurutu]

this isn't a poem. you haven't divided these "sentences" into their own lines and more so, their own paragraphs.

[vice_cereal]

dat was da'bomb. i little gooey but still great