My life is like a lightning storm
Turn on, turn off the lights and warn
my neighbours living near my soul
one moment it's white the other it's coal
Which leads to quickly lighten up
my uncontrollable emotional wrack
And 'please kill me or I do it myself'
is standing on my bedside shelf
next to my lighter and the blades
the pills hide in a saver place
Oh lord forgive me if that brings
me now to hell and burns my wings
My life consists of laying in bed
reading and beeing not as rad
as the summer nights I used to live
now my only laughter is still and stiff
i need something to bring me back
the life thirst I now deadly whack
I can't handle it anymore
To be honest my soul is sore
and if not soon something appears
that makes me loose and fight my fears
a picture of misery I will be
not living anymore hopefully
Could you be that one?
Help
B.A.
YOU ARE READING
A Bleak Puddle
PoesiaStories, my heart tells camouflaged as poems Maybe you somehow understand And I hope you get inspired Or that you feel understood And that I can possibly save you Or that I get to help you in any other way B.A.
