What About Storms

I really love them, I at least that is what I might say. They could be wonderful. They could be sweet. Listening to the rain come down, listening to it pour. The wind whipping tree, the wind tossing waves. So glorious a sight. So mighty a fright. What a time to cuddle, bundle, and read.
I sorta still feel that way...
But it's not like I actually hate them, I just hate them. Storms. Remindeers of my turmoil of a life. raging like the open see in hurricane winds. no shelter. No hope. No survival. Ship wrecked and broken and sunken to the bottom of the sea. Storms, reminding me of my loneliness, so close and yet so far, so distant are we. Family, friends, who are they? This storm goes on for days. Locking me inside, reminding me of my cage. They places I could never escape, no matter what I tried. Death wouldn't even free me from those horrid claws, with such an evil grasp. Yes storms remind me of the darkness daily consuming me. No light will ever shine here because the sun has died on this dreary planet. Alone in space to drowned. They are such awful things, storms. Taking away the little joys in life giving you no reason to hope. Hold noting close, for it will surly be swept away. god awful storms...

Just One Pill

taking pills to sleep. nothing i can eat. fading away from this existence. sugar rush, caffeine high. drink my sorrows giddy. self destruct. i'll waste away, a simple wretch of a life waisted. i feel is if every ounce of my flesh was only to be food for the ravenous beasts to feed off of. i was fuel to their fire. to confirm there wickedness on the world. i am the bane of humanity. death is my only ally. mmm. yes i am, weak. i am sad.

A Lonely Life

I have come to realize that even if I am surrounded by People, by Things. You can have people that care and people that hate you. You can have the small things you treasure so close, or piles of items all around. You can have the deepest love of the most precious person ever created and yet...feel so very alone. It can seem like you have so much, but do you really have anything at all? I feel as such. Like I could be fulfilled. Like I could have everything. That I could be satisfied...but it will never happen. I would long for hope in vain. Nothing of it, nothing for it. Its such a sad, pathetic existence. Truly who can save me from sorrows? Alas, no one. It's fine. I know I complain a lot. I suppose more then I have right to, which should be not at all I suppose. Yet here I am, hm. However, I am beginning to feel as if I'll become content in my world of pain and turmoil. Well, what can I say about it? You cannot reassure me. So here I'll sit, on my lonely planet of desert sorrow filled with dry painful sands. Yes, here I'll be.

Till this Time

So right now I get that you don't get it. So stop. Just let me live my LIFE. It's not yours. If you are not going to care about WHO I am then, just stop, just go away. I'm tired of all the hate. Of all the pain. If you get let me be me, then this will never be. Its so terribly true. My sadness consumes me. I have discovered the pressure you placed on me to sink me down. You and him and her and they. All for what and all for why? This journey is becoming to much for me to handle...Like you would really care if I ended it tonight?