He feels sick and he's in pain, but he knows neither what to do nor say.
He takes caffeine everyday, just to trigger those feel good hormones...how pathetic.
It just never stops...why did they lie? He's been hurt and now he's dreaming over the trauma.
He feels so dead and dry and pale..
He covers up everything he has, every pain he feels, with different frustrations.
Addiction to the dark, addiction to caffeine, addiction for attention.
He wishes to not be there,
To never be here,
But life...it wants him to go on....it wants him to exist still,
There's nothing to live for, no one will miss him,
More like it would be a relief.
No one will have to see his piece of shit again....no one will have to see his stories,
They can cover it all up with a story of how his heart was sick and could never heal,
Cause they're ashamed of what he did.
They're afraid to admit,
All the things he did,
They're scared, so scared of what may come their way,
Police would knock on the door and ask where was the therapist,
Like a therapist could help him through all his crap.
He just doesn't want to be here,
No one can help him,
No one will help him,
No one could ever help him.
He's sick and tired,
He's sorry he is like this,
He didn't mean to make his self be like this.
He's sorry he's so imperfect,
He's sorry he takes up space,
His body just thinks there's something to live for,
But there's nothing more that he wants,
Than to jump in an ocean of tears,
To drown in his fears,
With his scars, and tears,
With all these imperfections
With everything he has.
No one wants him,
No one can help him,
With everything he's done,
No one will help him,
The sick, psychotic monster.
No one knows him,
He doesn't exist,
Only in his head.
I only belong,
He thinks he belongs,
To the dead,
Serenity is not for me,
He thinks all the peace,
Was not made for him,
Love was never for me ,
He thinks wanting love,
Is too ungrateful of him,
I have a life that I don't want,
He wonders who was stupid enough,
To ever think he was good enough,
I suffer from myself,
He suffers from his fears,
Of covering everything up,
I wasn't ever enough,
He thinks he's not enough,
He thinks that's enough,
I want to sleep,
He wants to be,
Asleep in his dark abyss,
I'm too tired to breathe,
He's too tired to see,
What's not infront of him,
I can't bother to be,
He doesn't want to be,
The person everyone thinks he should be.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
