I'm Losing It
The walls are always breathing, the wind calls my name
The mirror has a face, it tells me life's a game
My limbs are always rotted, I sit down in the chair
My blankets are all moving, insects eat my hair
I don't think I am sane, I get no help from pills
My brain is always slipping, until it's me it kills
Exhausted from myself, I lay down in bed
My mother tucks me in, for years she has been dead
My dog has no limbs, my teeth turned to dust
I take a drink of water, it is filled with rust
My life is in shambles, it's always ripped apart
The longer this goes on, the colder grows my heart
I need to stop the voice, that once was my wife
The only option open, is end this f*cking life
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Luc () -- Saturday, June 1 2002, 08:31 pm|
i love it, so how ya say it,
beautiful? lovely? ohh fuck it no word for it. images just broke loose in my head soon as i read it. im truly a big fan of your work, keep on writing. :)
|Barbara (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, August 12 2002, 08:36 pm|
Your poems show alot of pain. Wish there was something I could say or do to help.All I can say is be strong get mad and be the winner don't let fate win.
|baby gurl (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, October 19 2002, 01:12 am|
your poems have so much detail and you always word them so good.
|nikki k. (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, October 21 2002, 05:42 pm|
That explains me to the fullest. keep on writing!
|Ashley (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, November 29 2002, 05:05 pm|
|Leah (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 01:08 am|
I hope this is a bad dream of some sort because that is really scary! But, great poem, it put a very graphic image in my head!
|Seizure (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 04:53 am|
I guess you could call me neurotic, because I know some stuff isn't real, I just don't care.
Inside my head isn't a place many would want to travel... trust me on that one :).
|tate (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, April 25 2003, 04:33 pm|
again, seizure, you've moved my heart!
|Ashley R. (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, November 1 2003, 05:15 pm|
This was a good poem! I didn't know you were married.
|Seizure (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, November 1 2003, 07:31 pm|
I wasn't... it was a psychotic delusion. Thanks for the comment.
|Silent Bells (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, November 21 2006, 04:11 pm|
i can connect to the poem so well- it is realy truthfull and frank. if only the whole world was as honest as this peace of work.
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