I will fall short
I will have bad days
I may come off as distant
Seeming miles off
I am a sinner
With a devilish grin
My mind is a hell
Constant screams and cries
My crimes are unforgivable
I was put into a life of sin
But you make me live
You make even the devil himself
Seem to be an angel
You make the pain worth something
I will never give you my demons
But I will battle yours
For I a sinner would
Burn this place down if it were to put a smile upon your face
Art by: Thomas Cooper
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Why my soul is tired
PoesiaThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
