sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Alone
I feel alone. Not because I am alone but because no one has my back like my spine is about to fall out. I feel alone because the ones who I personally bandaged their hearts always seem to break mine and because when I screamed a cry for help there was nothing but my echo yelling back at me. Telling me "no one is there" I feel alone because the one person who I thought was my partner in crime seems to be the one ratting me out to the cops or the one person who I thought was my Person turned out to be just another bystander. I don't want to be alone. So maybe if my existence wasn't existing, Maybe alone wouldn't be so, alone.
By Cameron Sena8 years ago in Poets
If Love Was a Crime
He’s always watching. I feel his eyes bearing into my secrets. The expression emitting from his pores: He is suspicious of me. I’m the person of interest. Each time is just a slight glance, a split second glimpse taking a piece of me to investigate. My every move is under scrutiny. He barely speaks. Barely interacts. But. Always. Watching. ME.
By Abigail Akyiaw8 years ago in Poets
