Dead End

I wrote this a long time ago when I was going through some harder times

My lifes a living hell

What should I do?

Pain used to be my answer,

Death, my second best

I've recovered from a dent

But what about the rest?

I've lost my secet pleasure

Red scenes, no more

I turn another corner

I open another door

But what do I see

Yet another dead end path

Do I dare turn around,

Go back from where I came from?

No, I stay

Continuously moving forward

Reaching home at last

Yet, that door is locked

I'm not wanted there

Unable to behold a key

Why don't they care?

I peer through a window

It burns my eyes to see

A happy little family

But where do I see me?

I'm standing outside the window

Tears forming on my face

I silently pull a trigger

Which finally ends my case.

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

This is a scary place to be in life and know too well the dangers of walking this line. I am glad to see that writting about your pains has helped you to move past these darker days . Your poem leaves your readers feeling your loneliness .
wonderful poem

Mr. Lopez

[MandarinOranges]

The choice of red type was very fitting for this piece. When you read this, you can feel the desperation of wanting to be fine, to be normal.

"I've lost my secet pleasure"
I've lost my secret pleasure

Very good piece, thanks for sharing it. And I hope that those dark days stay gone for you.