I'm Losing It
28 May, 2002
Author: Seizure
The walls are always breathing, the wind calls my name
The mirror has a face, it tells me life's a game
My limbs are always rotted, I sit down in the chair
My blankets are all moving, insects eat my hair
I don't think I am sane, I get no help from pills
My brain is always slipping, until it's me it kills
Exhausted from myself, I lay down in bed
My mother tucks me in, for years she has been dead
My dog has no limbs, my teeth turned to dust
I take a drink of water, it is filled with rust
My life is in shambles, it's always ripped apart
The longer this goes on, the colder grows my heart
I need to stop the voice, that once was my wife
The only option open, is end this f*cking life
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Luc () -- Saturday, June 1 2002, 09:31 pm i love it, so how ya say it, beautiful? lovely? ohh fuck it no word for it. images just broke loose in my head soon as i read it. im truly a big fan of your work, keep on writing. :) |
Barbara (216.129.37.250) -- Monday, August 12 2002, 09:36 pm Your poems show alot of pain. Wish there was something I could say or do to help.All I can say is be strong get mad and be the winner don't let fate win. |
baby gurl (216.135.36.186) -- Saturday, October 19 2002, 02:12 am your poems have so much detail and you always word them so good. |
nikki k. (12.219.122.51) -- Monday, October 21 2002, 06:42 pm That explains me to the fullest. keep on writing! |
Ashley (24.143.29.45) -- Friday, November 29 2002, 06:05 pm Good Work! |
Leah (12.232.5.189) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 02:08 am I hope this is a bad dream of some sort because that is really scary! But, great poem, it put a very graphic image in my head! |
Seizure (68.19.8.125) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 05:53 am I guess you could call me neurotic, because I know some stuff isn't real, I just don't care. Inside my head isn't a place many would want to travel... trust me on that one :). |
tate (195.93.49.13) -- Friday, April 25 2003, 05:33 pm again, seizure, you've moved my heart! |
Ashley R. (64.66.196.113) -- Saturday, November 1 2003, 06:15 pm This was a good poem! I didn't know you were married. |
Seizure (68.158.76.51) -- Saturday, November 1 2003, 08:31 pm I wasn't... it was a psychotic delusion. Thanks for the comment. |
Silent Bells (165.29.58.126) -- Tuesday, November 21 2006, 05:11 pm i can connect to the poem so well- it is realy truthfull and frank. if only the whole world was as honest as this peace of work. |
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