Castle of Glass
October 21st, 2013, 07:02 PM
*author's note: oh yay. another poem by me.*
Week by week I fight,
Weekend by weekend I deal with my family.
Why is it so hard to be happy,
to live,
to survive?
I wonder,
I always wonder.
All I know is that escape is looking more and more brighter,
Day in, day out.
People say it isn't worth it,
But I am not sure.
Why is it so bad to want peace,
why is it so bad to want to be calm,
if life isn't letting you experience those things?
Angels call for me in my dreams
when the demons aren't there.
If I have to fight demons all the time,
Day in, day out,
Why can't I then have the peace of rest and peace?
My wrist call to me.
They want to it to happen,
nearly as much as I do.
I don't understand why it is so bad?
Why is it selfish?
I honestly ask that.
Is it selfish for a person to want to eat,
or sleep,
or watch a sunset?
If that is their peace,
Shouldn't a person be allowed the same peace if they truly want it?
Every single week, day, hour, minute, second is harder than the last.
I get up fighting the urge to just sleep.
People say they care for me,
But how can I tell the difference between the true and lies
if I have only been lied to my entire life?
How much longer must I suffer?
Is it bad that I want to get out,
is it selfish?
People are happy everywhere I look
but why can't I be like them?
why can't I have a loving family, caring friends?
Why must I be alone.
It destroyed me.
And I just want peace
and there is only one way I can find it.
I must go.
I am sorry.
But I must go.
(N.N)
Week by week I fight,
Weekend by weekend I deal with my family.
Why is it so hard to be happy,
to live,
to survive?
I wonder,
I always wonder.
All I know is that escape is looking more and more brighter,
Day in, day out.
People say it isn't worth it,
But I am not sure.
Why is it so bad to want peace,
why is it so bad to want to be calm,
if life isn't letting you experience those things?
Angels call for me in my dreams
when the demons aren't there.
If I have to fight demons all the time,
Day in, day out,
Why can't I then have the peace of rest and peace?
My wrist call to me.
They want to it to happen,
nearly as much as I do.
I don't understand why it is so bad?
Why is it selfish?
I honestly ask that.
Is it selfish for a person to want to eat,
or sleep,
or watch a sunset?
If that is their peace,
Shouldn't a person be allowed the same peace if they truly want it?
Every single week, day, hour, minute, second is harder than the last.
I get up fighting the urge to just sleep.
People say they care for me,
But how can I tell the difference between the true and lies
if I have only been lied to my entire life?
How much longer must I suffer?
Is it bad that I want to get out,
is it selfish?
People are happy everywhere I look
but why can't I be like them?
why can't I have a loving family, caring friends?
Why must I be alone.
It destroyed me.
And I just want peace
and there is only one way I can find it.
I must go.
I am sorry.
But I must go.
(N.N)