Life Was A Game


Water running wild over my face

My heart drums and my heartbeats race

One hand I stretched out for aid

Don't watch me go, don't let me fade

Chocked all the way to my windpipe

Tears streaming down my cheeks which I can't wipe

I'm suffocated in here

It's so complicated in here

I'm dying in here

Someone come and save me now

I'm delapodated with fear

My friends have all left me here

They're not here

No one's gonna save me now

The millions above this surface can't hear my shout

Life was a game. I lost. I'm out.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yeah I know, there's hope, there's family...above all there's love...but sometimes you just can't help it. 

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nightlight1220's picture

Sounds more like a "black

Sounds more like a "black cloud" has hovered a "monopoly" over the poet's heart. Good luck. It'll be for sure, no "trivial pursuit"!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


eternitywhispers's picture

yes the "black cloud" has

yes the "black cloud" has surely drifted over my heart. hopefully it will rain soon..thanks for reading :)