Last night I dreamnt I was fine I was alive and that was enough I hate myself for waking up miserable For coming downstairs dishevelled For lighting another cigarette When last night's was to be my final For planning out my evenings As a containment of crisis You didn't get off easy I know you wish I was better But better's not a word with meaning anymore It's so hard to remember how I was How I am is crushing me The essence of my misery Comes off me like fowl breath No one can understand Where the laughter went No one knows why I sit and stare Into empty corners They try to lighten the air I force a smile They feel worse So I filll up my time Staring into empty corners
WOW..... you dont know how much these words speak to me, its almost as if you are feeling the same misery and hopelessness that i am. beautiful.
Very good but I think you could expand more on these empty corners and what they mean to you...especially if you're going to title the poem that way. I felt a little let down at the end for this reason, though I still liked it a lot.
