I dont know what to call this but here it goes: My life is a simple hell with no way out i only go down my heart has frozen over too much I have become numb to emotions Life for me cant go on i wont give up for there are better things coming my way but for now i cant stand the pain i will sit in my corner, punching the wall until the pain is no more
I like the first seven lines. And I like too the bridging between a 'frozen' heart and 'numb' emotions. This ability to logically build on existing ideas or images is called coherence and it's vital. Keep writing! Great poetry can come out of vexed hearts. And you will- you will- see much better days ahead.
