My Poems

Like a Balloon

I cry as I write this.
Letting my mind get the best of me.
I'm much like a balloon.
I only bust when I can't hold anymore.

I want to break my promises.
I want to cut myself.
So deep.
That I fall to the floor.

My mom has a gun.
That should do the trick.

Maybe its the world that I want to end
Not myself.
Either way something has to go.
Might as well be me.

I drown in my own thoughts.
While insects drown
in the puddles I create.

I'm a fuck up.
And everyone knows it.
I can't do anything right.
But I try so damn hard.

I can't kill my sorrows.
No matter how much alcohol I take.

My life is full of lies
And ups and downs.
I'm sure yours is too.