All these feelings get you nowhere.
All these emotions take you nowhere.
Make me mechanical, Oh god,
Automatic, self-destructible.
One shot! Bam! Bam!
Bullet, help me travel as straight as you,
In a singular direction, with no deviation.
Kill all these distractions,
The things I can never get.
But I want and I want and I want
More out of this life of imperfection,
All I feel is deprivation
Of life, as good as inexistence.
My breath, I feel asphyxiation.
As my dreams, my love, my life, they all have come to kill me.
I preach renunciation, yet I act so dependent.
I hate me so much and I hate what I am.
I'm a shadow of my yesterdays
With a glimpe of a dead man,
I never intended to be.
So cure me of this disease called me,
Or help me die in peace cause I can't bear
What I see when I look in the mirror
It shows me a face that I want to so destroy.
Monday, September 07, 2009
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4 comments:
uhmmm... would it be weird if i said nice poem? because it is self pity?
err.. i mean.. its well expressed.
not really.. self-pity's an emotion too, that everyone goes through once in a while.. why to be ashamed of hating oneself? it's good in a way.. or not... who cares? so today i hate myself and i'm not ashamed of it
Im also gonna go with well expressed.... When Im in a self pitying state all I can write is .... pretty much nothing!
self pity's great so long as you don't get addicted to it (or so long as its fuels your creativity) and you have ways of pulling yourself out of it.
but when you reach a state where you're pitying yourself because you're a self pity-er.... then you know you went too far :P
hehe.. self pity-er.. sounds like a profession, no? like i'm a depression-ist :D
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