Yeh, im fairly new(ok, i just joined yesterday but whatever) and im only 14 so consider my age while you read this and please, no rotten fruit throwing!
(its a poem)
Broken
Bottled up
Anger, fear, hatred, jealousy, lonliness
Ouside seemingly
Happy, odd, carefree
not me at all
I lie here, drowning in self-loathe
asphixiated by higher power
gasping in my namesake.
Was it fate or something i decided?
A sea of bitterness, artificial?
Natural?
Perhaps outer sources
Aliens to my thoughts, destruct but create
power turns to greed and greed to
Mutilation
fraying of edges,cluttered emotions
screaming, screaming
barely a whisper, notifyed and registered as
Nothingness
So i stay here
drowning my sorrows in words and punctuation
lines upon lines of meaningless wanderings
of a broken mind.
(it may sound very morbid and scary but it was a dark time for me)