Meaningless

What is the point?

I am not special

I'm helplessly weak

In my own little world

Power is what I seek

If in the real world

I can't do anything

My imagination

Will give me wings

Life bores me to death

I don't feel inspired here

But mind creations

Are what I can steer

I don't care if I fail

I don't care if I breakdown

I don't care if I rhyme

This world is pointless anyway

People might call me crazy

But what does it mean?

Does crazy mean different?

Does it mean anything?

How can I escape

This terrible life?

I'm not brave enough

To insert the knife

One day, though

I have hope

They will come back

They will help me cope

Author's Note

This may or may not be an accurate represantation of how I feel.
If I knew, I would tell you.

Reviews

[Trouble]

This mostly just made me sad, remind me not to read anything depressing again. But I did favor the line about what crazy really means. Its really good, keep up the good work.

[Silver]

It's probably sad like that because I wrote it right after my other poem called Depression. That one is an educative metaphorical piece to help understand what depression feels like, but I guess I leaned more towards the tragic side with this one.

[Trouble]

Yeah, that's okay. Just go with what your mind tells you. I've dealt with depression before, like most teens, and have written a few poems on it. Wonder if I could find them again...