they get really lonely
and lose faith in themselves.
they lose self esteem
and confidence and rationale.
they lose their heads.
tempers go flaring
and violent outbursts
thrash innocent victims.
they don't have a listener-
not a single one.
frustration ignites an inferno
that blazes down reason.
hot blood is pumped
from their heart
to their warped minds,
and the subjective reality
that they see of the world
becomes distant and bleak,
to the extent where nothing,
no one, matters.
they hurt others.
they call friends.
they get drunk.
they have sex.
they write poems.
they commit suicide.
they lose their heads.
1 comment:
this poem does relate to everyone. like the ending says, people deal with their pain and despair in different ways, getting drunk, writing, taking their own life... I just wish people (myself included) knew that there were ways to cope. there has to be...
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