Why is it so F#$#@@@!!! hard to live in this world?

Can anybody tell me, can anyone actually show me they care?
Can anyone see the pain, the weight the scars I bear?
Could anyone look into those deep blue seas of my eternal soul?
Would they be able to take the suffering as a whole?
No, I dont believe so.

I have seen you try and I have always seen you fail.
I have heard your lies and it is time for the truth to tell.
You mock me with compassion comfort and false love.
I just want to lie down and be carried off by black doves.
I think that would be nice.

The joy you have is nothing but a blades you plunge deep into me,
The happiness you garner is from my blood and my misery,
My eyes i would gouge out if just to stop my acidic tears.
My heart ripped out by you as you all display my deepest fears.
Welcome to my hell.

If not for my belief and cowardice I would rip out my own soul,
I would tear it and destroy it so that it could never again be made whole.
I would end my own wretched existence if not for the hope I have in God.
I pray day and night to see my eternal reward and be removed from this sod.
I cant wait.

Does anybody truly know what it is to feel so lowly and rent apart?
Do any of you even feel the slightest compassion in your heart?
More I believe more that i am a mockery of a man, and mocked thusly so.
God I wish for one moment one person this feeling to understand, to show.
But I am alone.

Would you please post all your poems in ONE thread as everybody else has obliged in doing so.

It's a good poem though Syren, ain't it?

beggin yer pardon. didnt know bout it.

Hell yeah ✅

The joy you have is nothing but a blades you plunge deep into me,
The happiness you garner is from my blood and my misery,
My eyes i would gouge out if just to stop my acidic tears.
My heart ripped out by you as you all display my deepest fears.
Welcome to my hell.

I lover this stanza.... it's powerful and effective in conveying a true sense of despair. The imagery is excellent, the way you described feelings so vividly... well done clapping

F-no-dolla-no-at-at-at... 😛

Good writing. 🙂

Thank you. It is what i was feeling yesterday. I had a tough day... no joke.

no offense or anything but The poem is good but you sound like a emo lil wench This is a america you have nothing to add to the empire

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You thought the romans died HAH Here comes empire america one middle east country at a time

What's America honey? From where I'm sitting, it's Britain 🙄

Hey BDino. Guess what. When you have gone through hell and had your stepfather and many others trying to take your life, struggled with suicide every day since your dad abandoned you, and only hope in this world is of God Returning to bring you home, you kinda learn to get negative emotion out of you so it doesnt destroy you. I happen to use poetry. No, btw, I am not EMO. They dont have a name for what I am. hahahahaha.

Thank you all for the comments.

Here is a poem for u

I sit here wondering what could have been should have been
I am sitting here not knowing where to turn and waiting in line
I think im alone with problems that only i bear
In time you will realize that you are not alone

I have problems i dont sit or crawl i build my towers.. tall
Instead of what should have been and could have been i think of whats ahead
There are those who dwell on past mistakes past heart aches
Feel the vibrations repracussions for ive felt them to

Forgive grow on life is a plant you must water your soul and feed your life
My problems are my own i dont force them on others but id like them to know that we are one lets move on take the powder and hide the past but never forget lest we have old nightmares peer again

this poem has no intent of happiness joy power or greed it is what it is and it gives what you want to take.
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Ignorance is humanities greatest weapon with it i can create and decimate entire populations -Brandino

brandino, I am well aware of what you say and i do appreciate what you have to offer me here knowledge wise, but i ask now that you listen to me for a few.

A: Your way of coping with crud you deal with is YOUR way, not mine nor any others, so guess what? Some of us out here get down and dwell upon the past or feel so insignificant thanks to cruel people or whatever.
Not everyone can just cowboy up after a difficult time in life.

B: I am overjoyed that you can get back up easily after a pain and dont dwell on the past at times, for it is not something i look foward to but something i am glad i do not do as often as when i was depressed. I suffered for nearly 13 out of my 22 years in depression, wanting to commit suicide and hating myself, because all around me were people telling me i couldnt do it, i would always fail, i was worthless. After a while of hearing that garbage, I started to believe them. It took massive prayer, me accepting Christ as Lord of my life, and me choosing to be in a state of accepting myself to get through most of it. I still get down, but it only lasts hours, not months. I still get mad at me, but i no longer hurt myself or want or try to kill myself. I still screw up, but now i ask God to forgive me and I try harder to do it right. I grew.

I appreciate your poem greatly, but please know that none of us are you, or me, just you are you and I am I. That is all.
hahahahhaha Rant=OFF.
🤘 KMC is a great place.

Ive had horrible things happen to me things that have ****ed me up to the extreme so i know
i just try to make the best of a bad situation whining gets me no where
but whatever floats your boat

I am trying politely to tell you not all people are like you but apparently you care nothing for other's feelings so how bout this. Stop reading and posting on this thread. The net is like tv. if you dont like the channel, instead of complaining, change the channel.

ok all you had to do is ask

Please, Warrior, continue with your poetry 😊

I shall. Monday I will put up some old stuff. so tired right now... oi... working 9 days now straight and no night off.... ughh.... and prepping to move to dallas.... how fun... heh mebbe ill write on that too. hahaha

Ah, heck i feel like typing up some.

Pairished Romances

I keep no one close to me,
The all must far away be,
I get hurt so much when,
I let anybody my mind in,
They don't understand me,
I guess that's how it has to be,
I wish I could truly reveal,
All the warmth and love I feel.
I have let some inside,
Their intentions did they hide,
I got brutally slain,
Their caring was all feigned,
I wish I wish, but no good,
I know what to do, what I should,
I must be me, 'cause that's who I am,
Even when I try to put on a sham.
Maybe one day I'll find some one,
Somebody to understand the me,
Then my feelings I won't shun,
And hopefully neither will she.

Sir Willy

I wrote this after hearing a song on the radio .... "HERO"

Heroic Ambitions

Writers of song play on the air,
They cry for heroes from long ago,
To rescue the New Age maidens fair,
And defeat the ominous oppressing foe,
One woman calls, begs to me aloud,
"Where have all the cowboys gone??"
A young man asks the heavens and clouds,
"Is the love of a hero enough or wrong?"
The movies play out scenes, the villain and he,
The Warrior who battles for all,
Then it ends all too similar seemingly,
The villain loses but the hero falls,
There are REAL heroes in this world,
But few get recognition,
Around the lies and falsities twirled,
We each have our mission,
Sworn to uphold Good, Order and Love,
We each daily battle an onrushing flood,
As the true heroes head for Heaven above,
The world is made whole again with our blood.

Sir Willy