This Is Hell

This is hell

where the only thing hurting me

is myself.

This is hell 

when I'm in midwinter 

and surrounded by heat.

This is hell

when I feel steel pressed to tender flesh

and the blood drawn is unsatisfying.

This is hell

when fake smiles are mistaken as real

and pain is the only feeling felt. 

This is hell

when memories bother

and people forget.

This is hell

this is hell.  

Author's Note

Felt like writing something depressing, sad, something that could have a thousand different meanings. I like experimenting with emotion in poems. Let me know what you think :)

Reviews

[RainbowFlames]

i really like it :) i like how it had a buncha different meanings and how they could be interpreted differently due to mood or personal experience. when i read it i felt a sense of betrayal, anger and resentment. yer a good writer =D
btw, what day is it tomorrow is school? xD i don't remember

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. I could feel the anger and disappointment. Every line had a purpose. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[deeps]

Aw! Man! Now this is some real and some powerful words here.
I think that this just one amazing piece of writing.
You tell it how it is. This rocks!