My mind is infected with thoughts of sadness and death and I contemplate death each minute.
Cold and alone sitting on the steps of my old life, just trying to escape. I may not mean much to you now but you meant everything to me. You don't even know my name or that I exist.
I love you but I'm bleeding and I don't know how to stop it. Why wont anyone help?
People are walking by, but not a glance towards me. Am I really that invisible to everyone. No one really knows me, not the real me.
Held down by heavy chain attached at my soul. I wasn't allowed to die, mother wanted me to suffer. I can't sleep anymore, the children are watching. Sitting in the dark and trying to find my way out when in reality there is no way out.
A small cut on the inside of your hand and the darkness is seeping out, thinking of freedom.
No it is not true, it was a lie. Its an infection.
Holding down on my soul dragging me deeper into the soil just making the cut worse.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PoetryStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
