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Thanks for your comments, guys. I really appreciate the possitive feedback I received.

This one is one I've posted before, but surely, this poem is my favorite. Written last year a few days before my birthday, I was feeling rather sad, depressed, anxious, confused and full of remorseful despair. Trying to find away to rid myself of these burdening feelings, I opted for writing something; anything. I tried and tried, but nothing came out: everything seemed too forced and formulated; far some the naturalness of my feelings. And well, lastly, this piece came to, and I must say this piece is the one I am most proud of to this very day.

Granted, it may not be very pleasant, but at least sincere and "powerful" (in imagery, mind you) it surely is:

Immortal


All these walls are closing in,
The floor that supports me is too thin.
Living on wits, my will so dire,
Needing water, my soul's on fire.

From the womb into the grave,
Evermore I remain their slave.
I long for the day I break free,
I long for the day I can be me.

I can't keep up, I’m falling behind,
The feeling constantly destroys my mind.
The future now is all past tense,
My mind is racing, nothing makes sense.

I pray for that ending dawn,
But still I manage to carry on.
No more do you see but a slimy, despicable thing,
but you don’t know what I can bring.

Purified water… Come to me and quench my flame,
the one that is burning and looking to drive me insane.
Calming waters of youth: I hear them with their sudden splashes,
my life before me quickly flashes.

Only seeing hatred, everyone has ceased to be kind,
I find no one to understand my frame of mind.
They push and push; I’m on the edge,
Heavenly visages jumping from the ledge.

Why? Why can no one seem to understand?
I don't need them to hold my hand.
All I ask is that they stop their hateful lies,
Before my life slowly passes before my eyes.

Objectiveness is all they see,
But why can’t they see the good in me?
Nothing would be greater than painless, endless death;
I am longing for my dying breath.

My thoughts are all always confusing,
But yet, everyone seems to find it amusing.
Paranoia besets me as I fall from grace,
I have been disowned, and now I must conceal my face.

The world around me slowly turns,
Much slower than this fire inside me burns.
Not much about me will they miss,
when they see me being plunged into the void less abyss.

Accepting all they see front of as reality,
no one can speak for but what they see.
My soul has been crushed, I won't revive,
I remain in a hopeless dream, but stay alive.

Just then, I run and jump through the deadly plasma portal,
To find out the worst: I am immortal.
This world has caused me so much pain,
Which I shall return in doubles during my evil reign…

- Demi