Paralyzed

Paralyzed in the time I wished on a dying star for.

On the ground I lay

Writhing alone in pain

Wondering, of all, why

I was condemned to die

 

My self undoing

Myself I'm ruining

I deal out despise

That later lingers in their eyes

 

I play rejection

Then receive correction

Because the ones for which I yearn

Always reject me in return

 

Contradictory?

True blasphemy?

Perhaps misfortune?

Bad luck just coursing

 

Through my heart and veins

Making me insane

Makes me wonder why

I am still alive

 

I am still alive

With life passing me by

As I watch and see

No one cares about me

 

No one will ever realize

That I am completely paralyzed

By a world dilapidated

That world which I've created

Author's Note

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Reviews

[RachelReaper]

This took me on a journey... walking through hell, I could call it (which is a good thing for the reader, as you are accurately portray your emotions).

[Ethale Captor]

Thank you, it was one of my older poems I found.