Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXX
Don't let the title fool you -- the young cavefish was not suicidal. The young cavefish had to write a three-poem series for her English class, and chose the topic of suicide because, well, she wanted to freak out her teacher. She also thinks talking about herself in the third person is creepy and weird.
Each day I wake from nightmares
And walk through life, as though asleep
My tears, my sandman, come with night
And close my eyes, while still I weep
Bitter memories of days long gone
Have hid me from reality
Deep inside, I'm locked within myself
My religion is self-pity
When the road I've traveled is paved with pain
And the road ahead is bleak
How do I know I will find hope?
What is there left to seek?
In dreams, I find my one escape
From this wasteland I live within
A barren place of good gone bad
Where I, the loser, never win
Above the clouds, beyond the stars
I know, exists a better place
No past or future haunting me
Just the promise of today
Want more? Here's Volume XXIX.
