Anger, Misery,
Welcome to my realm.
Here i reside,
In this mental cage.
Trapped,
In this mental cage.

I am angered,
Frustrated.
It builds.
No relief,
How much time is left before i break?
What will become of me when i break?

Everything i ever cared for,
Everything i ever wanted,
I could not care less for,
Nothing matters anymore.

I feel nothing.
I watch sad movies, but do not cry.
I see comedy, but rarely laugh.
I walk in cold, but feel no chill.
Am I dead?

This world I have created,
That my mind resides in,
Damned to apocalypse.
Am I insane?

There is only one person.
One person that takes this all away.
If my own life were at stake,
for her well being,
i would gladly take the risk.
I hear her calleth my name,
and the stress melts away.

Anger, Misery,
Welcome to my realm.
Here I reside,
In this mental cage.
Trapped,
In this mental cage.

Save me from myself...

I like it, it's quite dramatic. You never did mention the name of the one person who could take all the pain away.

i know, and would rather not for their own protection.

I've decided to ask who the special person is. If I know them... don't tell me, though. I know, that sounds strange, but whatever.
Very depressing poem....

you may have met her already.

she is a friend of "kraken".

i "may have met her" does that mean i definately have?

Nice, ShadowDweller:

I can really feel the emotions. It is a poem about someone who is very depressed and spiraling down into an abyss of total despair.

thanks. i'm sure there are people here who can relate.



yes.

OKay, well I'm gonna stop there.

yes, there are. By the way, I like your Reptilian eye.

thanks. there is actually a story that i am writting that deals with that creature...hence my signature...

Based on personal experiences, by chance?

You just gave me an idea. I think I'll write a poem about it and post it.

nah, just some theories of mine... i wish i had personal experiences though...

Very melancholy, but says a lot ..... lucky are those who have someone to save them from themselves.

yeah, tell me about it...

so, I figure you've gotten over this person by now........

WHO IS IT?! *must know*

I was hoping that this thread would have died. I can see it hasn't. Reading this brings back the memories of the past, memories I would rather not resurrect. But if it intrigues you so, send me a private message and I will tell you. I really don't want to give out names on the public forums, I don't trust people that much.

She has moved on now, and so have I. I just wish I could have been a better person. I still do, as I sit here, day in and day out, doing only what it takes to survive. I am dying, you know. Maybe not physically, but internally, mentally. I haven't slept in days. It has been three days and only four hours sleep. I want to be home, I don't wish to stay here. Isn't it ironic? College, the one place I thought I could finally be at peace, I could finally do the things I've always wanted to do. Now it has only become another hell, much like high school and in some cases worse. It's confusing, how could this happen? How could something so right feel so wrong?

It will be three years before it is done, when I will see you guys again I don't know. There is the holidays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, maybe New Year's, but what happens after that?

I am very much out of my element, I don't not know what to do any more. I am not willing to give up on what I've worked so hard to accomplish. But then again I'm also running out options, as nothing seems to be working. I need back the ones I uphold, the ones who've helped me through even the toughest of days. I owe an incredible debt, one that I do not know how to repay. But I am willing to return the favor, even if it brings my own destruction.

But this post is not about me, is it? How is she doing? It's been a while since we've spoken. Last I heard, she has a boyfriend now and is doing just fine as far as her life goes. Going to college, has a car, probably a job, supporting family, friends; etc etc. I have not contacted her mainly because I do not know when would be an appropriate time, I don't know her schedule. It is no longer my place to see how she runs her life. I have all I can do to run my own. I can only be thankful that she is okay.

As I type this, I am beginning to revisit a lesson that I have become all too familiar with and that is: The hardest thing any of us will ever have to do, is learn how to say "Good-Bye".