I fucked up..
I did it again..
I made a mess,
dirty bloody rags,
And yet my heart is still beating,
Someone kill me,
Before I kill myself..
To kill oneself is a sin,
And lately I'm hoping there is a god,
And that he'd let me in,
I don't want to burn,
I don't want to hurt,
Not anymore,
I've hurt myself enough..
My bones ache,
My skin breaks,
Nothing crazy,
It's so subtle,
Just enough to hurt,
Enough to burn,
Just enough so when I press down,
It will clear my mind of you..
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag
PoetryThis is composed of all my writings, simple poetry that expresses how I feel
