The importance of a sentence is usually told in the sentence itself, whereas "extra" details are withheld in brackets, this poem is the exact opposite. The sentences are beautiful lies. The brackets are harsh truths and inherently of more import.
Written at 3:04 am on 05/12/2015.
© L.J. Slaferek
I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,
The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says
What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie
I don’t belong here Destined for another place So lonely It crushes me Falling through a black abyss
Doomed to wander endlessly 'I cannot hear a sound’' Then suddenly, a sound that is not… 'I cannot smell anything’' Then immediately, a scent unlike a…
Is it dark? Or am I blind? The spirals of encroaching night Betray the trust of the light. Shadows wail beyond the mist
Fade away We all fade away We suffer In silence And the world likes it that way
Depression is... Like a towering mountain, On my back Like my shadow, Always there, always dragging me d…
The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds
Slip on the mask Can’t let them see you cry Smile through the pain Tolerate living for one more day A mask of lies
Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame
Night comes The darkness closes in On the form sleeping in the bed It cannot be stopped It will take another victim
Screaming at the top of my lungs, Throat raw and ragged, And yet I make no sound. Blood pouring from my wrists, Ragged gashes forming a railroad u…
Putz She laughed, sometimes Made me smile, a lot Raged, sometimes Made me run for the hills, occasio…
Why me? What am I? Where do I belong? When did it get this bad? Questions that I cannot answer