Useless

My heart is empty.
For nothing is inside.
and all the true of me.
I must always hide.

As I bleed painfully,
my heart is pouring out.
My mind, my whole world,
always filled with doubt.

All negative thoughts,
there is not sudden good,
and along the deserved lines of life,
I don't do what I should.

My good thoughts escaped.
I don't have much or a lot.
The only thing I wanted,
was just sitting there to rot.

It's like I couldn't capture.
It's like I couldn't see,
why musn't they love me,
for as much as i love thee.

The candle is burning.
Time is running out,
all my memeories avoided or blocked,
plus all the pain shouts.

Poison slips in at nine,
at eleven or ten or five,
and as I slowly close my eyes,
this is my last goodbye.

nice poem (:
i like the last paragraph best ! [=

how dark. xp very nice. =]

i really like it =) . i felt like that at one point of my life...

that was great...i can almost imagine myself being in that position.

it was really a cool poem...it brought all my thoughts intu perspective...
very sadd tho...

aw..how sad..my favorite part is the second paragraph about the bleeding.

really awesome poem. You've got a lot of talet. :)

that was awesome. i loved the last paragraph.

^^
they are called stanzas.

i <3 the last stanza

the rest is just awright for me, dawg. lol.. randy jackson...