I hold a knife in my hands
Whilst tears fall from my eyes;
The mistakes I've made haunt me
Day in and day out,
Torturing my soul tearing it apart,
Haunted by all my lies.
"How are you?" They ask me
"I'm fine," I always reply;
"Everything is dandy, it's all good."
But deep inside it's always the same
Damn lie!
"I'm not fine! Please, you gotta help
Me! I'm losing faith in myself;
I don't want to do this,
Please save me from damnation
In hell!"
But I fake a smile pretending it's
All sunshine and butterflies;
But I know something everyone
Doesn't see,
The smile is nothing but lies.
I think to myself,
What if I just ended it all?
I'm sick of being a broken soul
In never ending fight....
After all...
Everybody would be much better
Off if I wasn't around anymore....
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Poems From A Broken Soul
PoetryThese poems are doorways into my most inner darker & emotional side. I hope you can relate and enjoy. Whenever I'm feeling down or sad, these poems explain the pain I feel inside. Sometimes we all have that one hidden broken soul that we're all sca...
