they say dry your tears, your fears are irrelevant, just shut up, sit back and watch the show, but you want to go home, constantly on the roam to find one place you belong, such a strong sense of longing, not belonging to anyone or anything can really take it's toll, you're on a roll of a bad sort, always hurting inside and out, your permanent pout keeps people away, or so you say, maybe it's just your lack of charm, or that you're alarmed by physical contact, you contract into yourself, until you're twisted up in knots, throwing pots at the wall, crashing down the hall, on course to self destruct, you've exhausted every choice you never had and nothing makes sense, you're sitting on the fence wishing for a chance, at a glance you look fine, but take the time to gaze a little deeper, you're never who you seem, fraying around the seams, unraveling your mind one slash at a time, what else can you do but say adieu and dive, no longer alive, to survive would cause more pain than leaving, no one is grieving and you're still alone, home is where the heart is but yours is no longer beating.
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
