Birds high above in the sky,
Free, unrestricted,
Oh, I watch them with envy.
How I wish that could be my soul,
Roaming with them amongst the clouds.
Singing pitifully deep down,
It feels like the birds understand my cries!
But life has never been fair.
Freedom is just a life-long dream,
Far, far away from my grasp.
My sky changed too fast
From blue to grey, it completely changed shades,
Clouds loomed over my head,
Darkness surrounded me,
Creating a hollowness.
So, I lead a painful life,
Though one would never know.
By judging me from outside
Who'd know this is a tormented soul?
Death was always near,
Looming over my bereft soul
And I stood on the edge
Barely holding on.
I know I am no saint,
I made and will make mistakes
But one should pity Psychos too,
Don't they too deserve
A second chance?
I'm already burning in a furnace
full of my crimes,
I was never free.
Maybe devils like me
were not meant to live at all..
YOU ARE READING
A Psycho's Confession
Poetry''You drew stars around my scars, now I'm bleeding..'' A book written as way of introspecting ,to correct all the wrongs and to forgive myself. Welcome to my world, a world of pain, suffering , loss and heartbreak, a world of a psychopath.
