Strongly Fragile

By SirEnders

I'm just a waste of space
Everyone tries getting in my face.
I silently sit and think
Sometimes I see a shrink.
I'm fragile yet look strong
I'm not always right, but wrong.
I'm never gunna be enough
But that's life, so tough.
I like to be isolated
And get my eyes diolated.
I've always been the black sheep
Every night, people make me lose sleep.
They say I'm insane and dark
But I'm simply on my mark.
I'm not right in the head
There are things under my bed.
With my innocent, evil smile
I convince you to stay a while.
I calmly walk up to the cliff
Turn around and fall stiff.
Watch the surroundings speeding by
I breathe my last breath goodbye.
I close my eyes and accept death
Hes the true, simple breath.

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Published on Thursday, January 7, 2016. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Strongly Fragile"

A former member wrote: Ive got skeletons in my closet and monsters under my bed, Aliens in the attic talk to the demons in my head.
A former member wrote: Wow you've brought back memories here for me. And certainly a few tears, reminds me of when I had once given up and tried to take my life in a similar way. I will proceed to read your poems the give me great sanctuary
On Sunday, January 24, 2016, SirEnders (50) wrote:

I am happy that you are dwelling in my poetry. Makes me feel wonderful. Read on, and please if you have any suggestions, message me.