Hello all, i've jus started writing poems as a way to deal with my depression, these are the first poems i've ever wrote and id really like it if you could comment on them... Thanks
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I Bleed darkness
I Bleed darkness, cause its all that’s inside
I Bleed darkness, cause that’s all that’s on my mind
With this knife I can black it all out
Pain, anger and everything else life is about
One small cut for man, one giant black hole for many
Life is like the ocean, big and cold always looking for a penny
I Bleed darkness, cause its all that’s inside
I Bleed darkness, cause that’s all that’s on my mind
Feeling the draw off death for so long
Use to fight the reaper, now I don’t feel so strong
The game of life is hard, some win some lose
The winners win big, the losers just cut and bruise
I Bleed darkness, cause its all that’s inside
I Bleed darkness, cause that’s all that’s on my mind
The Last night on this wicked earth
I say goodbye to the hurt I’ve felt since birth
As the blade hits the pipes under skin, I truly feel alive
When I see the gushing red river I know I won’t survive
Drained of the blackness, I bleed no more
Drained of the blackness, my soul can soar
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My everything
You are my everything
When im with you, life doesn’t sting
I’m the car and you’re my fuel
You’re more valuable than a jewel
I love you more than life itself
With you I can push myself of the shelf
Dive head first into anything
You are my everything
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I’m a zombie
Neither alive nor dead
I have no feelings except pain
Trapped in this limbo
It’s my own fault
I did this to myself
I killed every emotion that gave me life
I carved my body like a sculpture till it was dead
I am the living dead
I’m a zombie
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Rivers of red
I play God and create rivers of red
Out on the White Plains I leave it all dead
With my magic blade I make beauty fade
Let out anger like a grenade
Get the pain that’s kept near my liver
And Wash it down the river
Hope that I don’t feel it no more
But it always finds a way ashore
So I keep creating rivers of red
Praying for the day I leave the pain dead