Self pity full
not beautiful
moody full,
bloody fool,
thats my fall,
sharing it,
makes me
Powerful,
feel for me,
and this veil,
saves me from
shame and short
comings
emotional Blackmail
thats my power.
Like feel for
me, pitty
me, feel
like me,
Fool.
Feel like
me blue,
I'm
never
changing,
Eyes red,
clean but not
sober
blame shifting,
I never changing,
Fool.
always failing,
blaming, justifying.
Faith swaying,
one day I'm praying,
the next I'm
laying asking,
for guidance,
then its silence,
and empty prayers,
doing it just for,
doing a trust
fall, with a
soft landing,
If this be it'll
be a sad ending,
tragedy, with
a shitty apology,
an excuse why I
died in poverty,
Improvised, from
happiness, my own
detriment carelessness,
an awful mess
always dreaming,
never living,
girls will never
be my downfall,
yet here I am
making promises
that are bliss
and never true,
living a lie,
and hand
to mouth,
this time
around when
it's all over,
I never cry,
but fantasize
about my death
and to leave
this earth.
Reflections, introspective
this perspective will
Only last this poem. X2
-Black Note.-
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PoetryA life weighed by tragedy is like a tattered book on a dusty shelf. Its pages, worn thin from countless readings, tell stories smudged by hands that clung too long, hearts too eager or too burdened to let go. Though cracked and frayed, the words end...
