The poems I write are as true as my life,And the words I use become as sharp as a knife,
With every scream in the night turns out there is someone holding that knife,
Can I see who is my demise,
Can I see who is trying to end my life,
No but I have a good feeling,
It is her with the red hair and blue eyes with every lie it makes it harder to stay alive,
I feel my emotions slipping away becoming nothing but an empty vase,
I want love,
I want feelings,
I want to be the person that I was before the darkness consumed my ever-lasting soul,
I want to be free but don't know how,
I am like a bird trapped in a cage that can't fly unless someone opens it,
But alas nobody will open it so I am stuck here,
Losing myself,
Waiting,
Breathing,
Smoking,
Until my face goes numb and my feelings disappear,
Because to be honest my feelings are becoming my biggest fear,
I will never be loved the way I want and that is ok,
I will be fine I just feel like on this earth is a place I cannot stay....
Copyright ©️ 2024 by: Hunter Luis Mylen
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poems from my feelings and every day life, emotions, past and so forth. Read as you want and tell me your thoughts!