iN CONSISTANT

Im a person who doesn't like a lot of change unless its a good change. But recently or since last year Ive seen myself going through change, change religiously, change in mood, change in what I think, what I believe. I used to have some hope in my life and I don't see any no more. I'd rather sleep the rest of my life living in these random dreams I get that make no sense at all. Its nice there, theres no pain, no job, no here, no there. There is just dreams. The poem I had written yesterday describes what I think now, and describes petty much how I am inside. And I myself cant stand myself. Its a fucking raging war people. And we can all say that we don't love ourselves, unless you have LEARNED to love yourself fully. But enough about my rambling, here is another poem


A sad tale
It's hard to tell
the numbers high
the wanting low
too fat, too ugly
so sad ; depressed
low self esteem
No one to scream
no search to find
a lost for words
and for mind
Wounded and sore
the bruises show
black and blue
Mark the day of doom
shriveled in
How could it be?
How could one be so sad?
Its been hurt
Its been stumbled
Its been numb
And then "it" disappeared
It lost it self
no longer did it see
no longer was it living
no longer was moving
no longer was it breathing
It was finally demolished
by the destructive thoughts
That had pondered the mind
For so long
It no longer walked the earth
Or told its tales
It was now out of sight
Whisped away by the dark
Longingly flighted
By the outward voices