Das-Programmer

Please, God. I call upon thee! Have mercy on me. I've had enough of this life, Full of pain and anguish. I call upon thee! Have mercy on me. I am drowning in these waves of sorrow, dragging me down, filling my lungs. I call upon thee! Have mercy on me. Stress and anxiety lurks around every corner, waiting to pounce on my unwitting soul, I call upon thee! Have mercy on me. I pray to thee. Have mercy on me, Take my soul during my sleep, End it all with one merciful sweep.

I am an empty shell, My fragmented soul scattered. Lost and corrupted, Unwilling to find their way back. Torn out and replaced continuously, They lay deformed beyond repair. Blackened with pain and despair, Slowly fading away with time. Only the shell remains, unable to fully disappear. A Nobody. Begging for death.

Hope. Blind, Misguided, Hope. Humanity's greatness weakness. It's always there, deeply rooted in our hearts. Where hope arises, Stubbornness and chaos ensues. Humans like to hope, A short term, pleasant illusion. But hope is truly A destructive thing Hope is like similar to a lust for demise and despair We hope for things with inconceivable impossibility. Always disappointed by the result, when deep inside, we all knew. Hope never gives up, Disappointment after disappointment, Hope continues to rise from the darkest pits of time, And it continues to give us an illusion of a better future Ah hope, Blind, Misguided, Hope.

Her mild, but ever present discomfort Conscious or unconscious, it doesn't matter Only just because she knows. Just because she knows I'm interested. She still hangs around me, But the aura... The subtle discomfort... Like needles being thrust into my heart. Watching my other friends, Flirting with her, Evoking a response While I stand by and just... .. Just watch. Enduring the pain of those prickly needles.

I'm in love with a girl I've never met Seen her face, I have not yet How does this happen I ask myself... She's just a persona in my head, For all I know she is not real, Just stdout, and some bytes on a screen. But I am only fooling myself She is real, For my friend has stolen her heart But I am stubborn, I cannot keep my distance. She fills my heart with happiness A reminder in my head, Echoes into infinity Telling me she's taken A sadness washes over me, Just for it to disappear later... For me to forget And I repeat it over again. Unable to learn my lesson.

Remember, when you and I were friends? Remember, when our friendship saw no end? I'd say hi, and you'd say ho You'd always reply, when I was low. Do you remember? Because I do. But now you're like an echochamber, because I professed my love to you.

The curse of a crush, one that you cannot just brush. A parasite that plagues your thoughts, slowing your mind to a grinding halt.

Hey English literature fanatics! Try and guess, the hidden intentions, behind this cryptic poem will you? Please overanalyze, Please infer, Please go through it line by line and please overdo it Make crazy allegations, of my, "Intentions" in this poem. Because surely, you will be wrong, if you said anything more than "Expelling anger"

Time, what an interesting concept. Different to each, but what is time? I sit here pondering in English class, As time dilates into infinity but for others compressed into mere minutes. Time, something of which cannot be taken, but can be given. Time pulls us with it, relentlessly, a world, bound to time. Unable to peer through it, we cannot see the future or the past, powerless, vulnerable.

Do teachers understand, that we take other classes?