My world shakes as I lay still,
Just because of one simple pill,
Little and tasteless,
Deadly and baseless,
Cures headaches and brokenness,
Stops heart beats and liveliness,
It's painless,
But reckless,
And makes me helpless,
I am still living,
But time I am giving,
No one knows the difference,
Because I am still dense,
I still see,
It's still me,
Just with depression,
No interception,
Or discretion,
Deprived of love,
With regrets above,
I am lost,
Not to be found,
For time takes youth,
And I'll be underground,
Where I should be,
Should've been,
I've broke too many,
Like a pointless pen,
Needles to be stuck in my veins,
Others will receive gains,
My blood is useless,
Throw it all away,
Bury me deeper and deeper,
So I have nothing to say,
Keep me without breath,
Give me death,
I deserve it,
So just give it,
And leave it,
Please leave it.
YOU ARE READING
Spoken Poetry
PoetryThese are some poems of my own. They are about all different things. Some of them can be a little upsetting for younger readers.
