Lost

A poem about something.

My mind, it's conflicted
thoughts, they're restricted
Can't seem to find
Any peace of mind

I can do whatever
But why, I never
seem to know
what to do

Life seems so strange
I could be deranged
But perhaps it's inane
to think I'm insane

I wish life was simple,
like popping a pimple
and no matter what I do or try
I'm still going to die

Religion makes me cry
Philosophy is a lie
How does science help me?
Drugs and pleasure tempt me

I think of ending it all,
but instead I pretend it's all
quite okay
I'll live to try again another day.

Author's Note

First poem ever written. Just needed to get a feeling out of me, I guess. If you liked it then I'm glad, I suppose... @.@

Reviews

[Krisen Lison]

This is beautiful, the pure raw emotion of it is exactly what poetry is all about. Sounds like you fell into it much like I did, just an aching need to get the feelings out of your head. It really is the best form of therapy, this is great, keep it up :)