a short gothic poem i have written

Post Reply New Topic

[b]depression[/b]






why must i suffer
these bleak unfeeling days
i wish for death
but in the end, hear my cry
even death can die.

i shuffle through life,
unoticed, unloved,
why am i hated so?

revenge will be.
to the pits of fire and brimstone, my soul go.

opinions? anyone? please reply.

Nice. Sounds like something Marvin The Paranoid Android would write.

Don't wish for death, wish for money or a bicycle.

nice poem but Tolian has a point
I wish for a pet mouse at the moment!

I agree with the others. A bit of advice I am wont to give is not to get depressed, get angry! If you bad about being unloved, feel proud that you can survive the harshness of the world, and can survive standing alone In a world that craves the acceptance from our peers. I used to be heavily depressed, but then I gravitated towards finding somesort of bizarre happiness in my situation, and be proud of what you have been through. But I digress. the Poem itself is a bit short, people like something they can get their teeth into and understand the imagery of the Poem itself. That's about it.