2015
I'll blame my death
On everything they said.
Their words cut me
Like a knife for days on end.
So I'll bleed,
Bleed because I believed.
I was too naïve to know
That I'd been deceived.
Whatever you decide,
I'm sure you'll feel that it's right.
Just know I have plenty more scars
That haven't grazed your eyes.
I'd never touch you,
But I'll torture myself.
All these thoughts and words around me
Make me feel like hell.
So let me out,
Let me free myself.
I'm sick of always drowning
When I ought to sail.
I'm too young to feel quite this old.
And I've got too warm a heart
To ever be so cold.
Maybe my death would
Finally serve as a statement.
No one seems to notice unless
Your bones are breaking.
But a heart can only beat so long
When it is always aching.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
