A Poem: "My Own Living Hell" · 4:07am Apr 26th, 2022
I woke up this morning
Maybe that’s a start
But waking up to a nightmare
Every day just breaks my heart
I fight for my right
To stay in the light
But in the darkness dwells
My own living hell
When I look in the mirror,
A stranger stares back
When will the outside
And the inside all match?
I scream to the gods,
“Why me? Why now?”
But all I recieve is silence,
A real living hell
If I could be a girl at the press of a button, I’d push it
If I could end my suffering in the blink of an eye, I’d do it
If the suffering and pain would just all end
If the fear and the anger would all disappear
If I had a life where I could be my friend,
I’d do it
I’d live it
I’d be it
Parents are a funny thing,
Aren’t they?
They say they love you, and then…
You’re their slave.
They fight to make you theirs,
They fight to keep you home.
They fight to be your only source
Of light and comfort
Of trust and safety
Of love and joy
And yet
The home is broken
The house is small
The walls hide mice
These boxes of junk
The feces all around
All reminiscent of a dungeon,
My own living hell.
This is very well-written. Mind if I make this into a song someday?
5653412
Sure, why not? I compose music too, so I might put it to music too
5653452
Oh, nice. In that case, have you considered starting a band to get more time away from your parents?
5653729
I would, but I can't play instruments and while I can sing, I don't have many musical friends with time for that, and I don't have much time either.
5653733
Same.