You'll Find My Will Under The Bed

by ZombieSquirrel

Published November 25, 2011

Spoiler! :
I don't really remember writing this. I think I was drunk at the time and very depressed (Hence the drinking)

Killing everyone inside
Blind and weak, too dead to see,
The endless fucks ups that follow me!

Fuck, what did i do to deserve this shit?
Did God put me here for the fun of it?
I'm over the hurt in this fucked up life,
I'm drunk, and I'm stoned, I'll cry out the night.

I try to sleep but the Voices are creeping
Back into my damaged mind.
She whispers, she shares, the secrets, I hurt,
I can't take this anymore, make the voices go away!

I pull up my rugs around my head, start to pray;
I pray to be dead, for God to close my curtain,
I can't live my life this way.

Comments & reviews · 3
ObdurateMiller wrote a review Review · Nov 29, 2011

Umm, can I ask the purpose of writing this? From the title, I thought it'd be alot different. I guess that's what I get for judging a book by it's cover. It should be under the category Very Dark if you ask me. Kind of horror- movie- scene like. Creeped me out a lot but it was still good. Next time, go for a brighter, more happy subject and use the "f" bomb less. Thanks and good luck.

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GeeLyria wrote a review Review · Nov 27, 2011

Lol. Hi there, Zombirrel.

Baahaahah... Even drunk you manage to make your poems flow. Great job. The only thing I have to say is something that makes me shiver and everything...OO *dramatic* XD Lol All I's should be uppercase if you use them as pronouns. You just fix that. Other than that and the cussing, thanks for rating this 18+, xD this is good. :)

~Solly<3

AuthorOfMyLife wrote a review Review · Nov 25, 2011

Killing everyone inside
Blind and weak, too dead to see,
The endless fucks ups that follow me!

Fuck, what did i do to deserve this shit?
Did God put me here for the fun of it?
I'm over the hurt in this fucked up life,
I'm drunk, and I'm stoned, I'll cry out the night.

I try to sleep but the Voices are creeping
Back into my damaged mind.
She whispers, she shares, the secrets, I hurt,
I can't take this anymore, make the voices go away!

I pull up my rugs around my head, start to pray;
I pray to be dead, for God to close my curtain,
I can't live my life this way.


I don't know what to say about this, other than I'm sorry about the depression. I have had a depression myself and know how you feel.
But I don't really see that emotion you feel in the poem, I feel that it's only on the surface, what it's like on the outside, rather than what you feel on the inside. It gets better in the last to verses, but the two first is very low on emotion.
I know it's hard to look back at a time where you feel so hopeless, but if you do, you will feel it all again and then if you rewrite this the feelings will be stronger and more dominant. I myself have done this a lot, and it helps both with the poem, but also with your thoughts upon that period of your life.



I am not a person I am a natural disaster
— TheWordsOfWolf