The Real Meaning Of Life

June 19, 2012
By Anonymous

whats love
without the "v"
the pain is deep
it drowns in me
once a life
twice the dead
the scream of silence
in your head
the gift of life
a thing to waste
sick,rotting,mental taste
our world:demented
poisoned with fate
each of us
cursed to hate
one life to live
yet we throw it away
for some sick reason
we chose to stay
crashing down
our world falls apart
everyone's silent
still and stark

The author's comments:
i write poetry based on personal feelings and thoughts... i haven't been raised (most of the time) in a happy environment... so i tend to write depressing poems to get how i really feel out.

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