Maili Björklund
stabbed 113 times
Alright, I'm so bored right now, I'll actually post one of my older poems. I used to be pretty fucked up right then and I know this one kinda sucks... (I was like 15 when I wrote that, so that tells a lot I think... At that time my best friend just kinda didn't need me anymore from one day to the other, so that's what it's all about.) But anyway, I'm bored and this threads needs some bad poems as well
1999
~~~
Another senseless day
Is slowly coming to its end
In the lightsless temple
Where I worship my own despair.
I know I always think too much
When I dream away the afternoons
Lost in dreamworlds or depressions,
But those thoughts won't let me go...
Somebody told me
An imaginary friend is just a different shade of yourself.
Can it be true?
Somebody told me
That only my laughter kept her alive.
How come she's still waiting on this side of the line?
Somebody told me
We would never lose each other
And we would never be like them...
Somebody told me the others were acting stupidly.
But does she feel stupid acting like them now?
Somebody told me
He loved me and that I was pretty.
Has he ever seen my lunacy?
Somebody told me
That I wasn't schizophrenic.
I believed her until I realized that she was only my reflection.
Somebody told me
She was scared on me.
It might have been nobody but myself.
Somebody
That everything I had lived for was lost forever
And it will never be 1999 again.
I wish I could just have died in 1999.
Somebody told me this poem was nice.
Will they ever wake up?
1999
~~~
Another senseless day
Is slowly coming to its end
In the lightsless temple
Where I worship my own despair.
I know I always think too much
When I dream away the afternoons
Lost in dreamworlds or depressions,
But those thoughts won't let me go...
Somebody told me
An imaginary friend is just a different shade of yourself.
Can it be true?
Somebody told me
That only my laughter kept her alive.
How come she's still waiting on this side of the line?
Somebody told me
We would never lose each other
And we would never be like them...
Somebody told me the others were acting stupidly.
But does she feel stupid acting like them now?
Somebody told me
He loved me and that I was pretty.
Has he ever seen my lunacy?
Somebody told me
That I wasn't schizophrenic.
I believed her until I realized that she was only my reflection.
Somebody told me
She was scared on me.
It might have been nobody but myself.
Somebody
That everything I had lived for was lost forever
And it will never be 1999 again.
I wish I could just have died in 1999.
Somebody told me this poem was nice.
Will they ever wake up?