Giving Up

Somethings just come to me.

Would you believe me if I told you
That I sat beneath the sky
When I had no where else to go
I gave up and then I cried
Of a dream that I had lost
It died within my being
Oh a murderous mind I have
I didn't know that it would sting
Like the salt deep in my wound
Or a knife that's in my back
Almost like I placed it there
For the punishment I lack
But no matter how I try
I never find what I will need
My pieces never fit the puzzle
Among all the flowers; I'm the weed

Author's Note

If your sole purpose is to flame, then turn around and don't bother me. I do not put up with ignorance from humans. You are no God.

Reviews

[luke312]

Your feeling are know well this is whats called life it sucks every now and...now but it will throw something at you to make you continue the fight.

Great Poem I felt the meaning and shared the feeling very nice

[Jade Mayhew]

I liked this a LOT.

I've been to a point in my life where I felt like this, and I loved this poem. Great job. :]

[Ian]

"The salt deep in my wound" is a bit of a cliche, but besides that, this is superb stuff. I can read this and see exactly what you are saying and why, and relate to it on a really deep level. Awesome job.