It's my only friend.
It's always there when I'm sad.
It's there till the very end.
It's a very good thing, it's not bad.
Yes it brings me a bit of pain.
Everything does now and then.
It's not the type to drive me insane.
That's just the way it's been.
No one else will ever really get it.
The red color is what it needs.
It's like a child it'll through a fit.
Pain is where everything leads.
It's become me everything.
You did this to me.
Do you feel like a king?
This is not the way it's supposed to be.
I wouldn't have to wear long sleeves.
I could love who I was.
It's the only way everyone bleeds.
I wouldn't see any flaws.
But you made me do this.
My knife is all I have left now.
Now there's a feeling I can't resist.
No one can come in, I won't allow.
The knife is my favorite.
It cares for me.
It's not like other, it's not basic.
It can really see.
YOU ARE READING
I'm just tired
PoetrySleep. Some can't. They just get tired and give up. Sometimes sleeping can be used to just get away from everything and everyone in the world. Maybe that's why we love it so much. These poems express sadness and pain. I wrote these when I felt this...
