I'm Falling Apart

By silentninja

This is more than just a poem
To me it is a desperate plee
Somewhere for me to write my unspoken words
To you, it's just a poem

There was more that I wanted to say
In this visable world
I am the invisible man
I think I'm having a nervous breakdown

I don't know who to talk too
I don't know what to do
I don't know if I can find the words to speak
I don't want to know tomorrow

Do I get a ticket for a runaway train?
Do I lock the door and refuse to go out into the world?
Do I continue to hurt myself?
Do I continue to suffer in silence?

This is where I fall apart
Left damaged and broken
On the floor
The cold naked floor

Puddles grow
From my tear flow
So many issues
So much silence

I don't want to live like this
I can't write anymore just now

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Published on Tuesday, January 7, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

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A former member wrote: Hey there have hope. Remember this, though you have it bad, dont be to sad. There is some out there in the cold on a wet cardboard boxes and their covers are trash bags. I have seen them, some call them homeless bums. If they could have one wish, you know what it would be ? ? .... pause..... not a house, not a car, not even a bed, they would wish to know where their next meal was going to come from. So, not saying that you dont have it bad bro, but just remember someone out there has it worse than you. So knowing that, should comfort you some, to know others have it bad too.
On Saturday, January 11, 2014, Void Vortex (298) wrote:

B**** Don't Kill My Vibe*
On Wednesday, January 8, 2014, BetaWolfinVA (791) wrote:

skirting the edge of disaster // dancing on the razors edge // i ride the chaos while i want to // and longer still besides // we all have drama waiting // and perhapse love finds us // on the other side ..
On Wednesday, January 8, 2014, Void Vortex (298) wrote:

The silence, the loneliness, can rip a person's will to tatters. We are only left to realize the empty nothingness of this cold world, awaiting a seemingly nonexistent embrace from love. Thanx for sharing, I relate to this all too well :]
On Wednesday, January 8, 2014, DarkDruidess (313) wrote:

I read this last night and since I am not the best commentator I decided to mull it over for while...It stayed with me all night...so defeated and scared but utterly beautiful...well done.
A former member wrote: I know exactly what this feeling feels like... it's how I feel now. I love this poem and how you captured every feeling and what its like to now know what to do. I love everything about this. Excellent job.