I miss you
Do you miss me?
The poems I write are echoing inside
I scream
I laugh
I'm looked at like a bitch
I'm not going to be missed
I understand why you need to leave
All you want to do is fly past the atmosphere
I should set you free
But you know I'm not like that
I'm not going to let you die
I can clearly see the tears in your eyes
That loneliness that sweeps a protective cover
I know
That your alone
Sometimes I see that you don't need me
I support death
And I'd probably start a democracy
I think I need a doctor
To diagnosis my symptoms
For one thing I'm fucking crazy
And sick of how the thoughts
In my head
Echo
Shout
Scream
Claw
I miss the clock
May I go back in time?
To say that
I miss you
Do you miss me?
YOU ARE READING
Dark Things Make Me Insane
PoésieDark poetry. Some for my lovely that I let free. Some about cutting and other mature things. These are my words unspoken.