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What is going on with my brain?
It's thoughts are putting me to shame.

Nobody but me can understand
What I'm going through, cuz they've never experienced it first-hand.

Most see me as a person.
Nothing more, yet nothing less.

I feel in my heart something bold
And I'm not so sure that it's gold

It's more like a burden
That's quite certain

It's like the world is caving in..
How much have I sinned?
I'm sure it isn't much
But I've been wrong before
How could it be added even more?

I keep to myself... maybe it's the thoughts...
The ones I've fought...
And the ones I've not...

Can someone please explain
Why I feel this drained?

If one person would hear this and not just walk by
Maybe then they'll explain and I'll understand the reason why

I just can't escape this horrible world of sorrow.
Maybe this world will let me go tomorrow
And if not, when will that splendid day come?

I keep hearing the drums
They keep on pounding

And pounding... and pounding...
It keeps on resounding... and resounding... and resounding... and resounding...

Just only I can really hear it
I really wish it would just quit

And then the world would make sense again

(Amen, Amen, Amen) maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be oh-so insane

Lord, please help me down the path that they call life
Otherwise, I might just have to use that knife
But that's too much to sacrifice

Not even I will know the cost of it

The devastation of the people that truly care
Is the only consequence that is really there

Nothing more, nothing less
But my life is still a mess

Forever gone after one loss
Surely, that's enough
Cause one is already tough

I'd surely hate if you ever see
That ugly side of me

If only
You knew
What you could do
To help me out?

Where could I go?
Do you know,
of a place
Where I could feel safe

From scorn and mockery
You know, there's a reason I hang out on my property
Alone and shutting out the world
Where I purge and hurl

Flying, but still with my feet on the ground
Yet I feel like I'm about to drown
In my pool of tears
Yet I don't think anyone hears
My six feet under screams

You don't know how much I've been deceiving
I've tried to be more convincing

But you've seen past my lies
And my disguise...

Where will this end?

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