Torment

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Oct 2003 · 5 comments

Voices calling from Hades awaiting my arrival. Voices whispering from inside my mind awaiting for my demise. I can feel the emptiness in my heart and I wonder why. I don't choose to be this way, but I am. I wish I could be Mr. Popularity, but my hatred for people stops me from accomplishing my goal. I hate myself and for that I'm tormented with awful dreams and low self esteem. I can think of numerous ways to end my despair, and they all to seem to end with suicide. Hanging, suffocating, overdose, to slit my wrist, jumping off a building or bridge, or the prayer to God to take my life while I sleep. My torment is myself, and no matter how hard I try I can't get rid of this mother fucker.

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[3] OnTheOtherHand 18-Oct-03/3:28 AM Reply

Turn your torment to a torrent and cry me a river
With such a power title you promised what you failed to deliver

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 18-Oct-03/5:09 AM Reply

Splendid!

[0] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? 18-Oct-03/5:19 AM Reply

I always thought that poetry was wet and only for squares. I also thought that it couldn't be relevant to the youth of today. However, then I saw that you had used the phrase "mother fucker" at the end of your poem, and I realised just how wrong I had been. This really hit me hard.

[5] ARTIE 18-Oct-03/9:21 AM Reply

The voices in my head (I too am not alone) often tell me to jump - which I do, straight up - until I realize that gravity is not my friend. I find myself falling right back in, my sudden grip lost. My torment. Nice.

[10] daveslady 4-Mar-04/9:47 PM Reply

damn!