Member Poem

 

 

  I have felt the burn of life, screamed in agony as my flesh cooks into a crisp. My blood evaporating and my and my screams lost in the fiery depths of hell. I have endured hell, and not the happy fun kind that Tumblr jokes about, I have endured pain and anguish no person ever should. I stand at the top of a 4 story building looking down at my broken contorted body below. I should be dead right now, but society, my long time captor, says I must go on. I plaster a smile on my face like the Joker, and force myself through a world that wants nothing more than to destroy me. 

 

 

I hear the screams from the end of the hall. I hear them all day and all night. The sound of bones cracking, and chains rattling. I hear cries of desperation. The sound of oppression rattles in my brain and my bones. And I burn. I loathe and I corrupt. Life throws fireballs and I dodge them like a ninja. I know there is little left. A peaceful sleep with no end. A break from the torments of everyday. I sleep. A broken dream. I scream. I crumble at the menshion of it. His name haunts me. He tortured me. Ripped my heart out of my chest, still beating. Pounding in his hand blood slipping through his fingers, he drops it. And I am no more. Happiness is an illusion, love is a lie. Ha! If that were true I would still be able to feel. 

 

 

  I hang from the wall of the world looking down at the happy smiling masks below. They torment me. But they are just that, masks. Because everyone has their past, a story to tell, and some others stories are boring. Dull. but they are lucky.

 

 

 I have no faith in the universe. have no faith at all. Nothing will ever be the same.They smile.why am I not? I am hate and passion, I am and pain and tyranny, I am a survivor of a system that kills. But I do smile. I smile too much. I smile to hide behind my mask of lies and shame, and my past will never know. It will never know what is about to happen or what is to be loved. My past will never see it coming and I scream. I see my younger self, pink cheeked and chubby, noose in hand and nothing will ever be the same again. I will never have the same light in my eyes or the same joy for life, but in the wreckage and rubble of the world i live in, I am Just an ember holding on. But just barely.