There is a poison rooted deep within her soul, but she tries oh so hard to blot it out.
With fumbling hands and stuttering lips she apologizes
For the past and future
Of what she is, was, and will be,
Because that poor girl is forced to drink a poison every day,
And all it does is remind her of how worthless she can be.
Yet the poison is a type of drug
In the terrible type of way
Indeed, she hates it
Loathes it
Yet she swallows it day by day
Without it, she feels fine, but after a while
She feels as if she needs it
Afraid her moments of euphoria will disappear forever into an endless void
So in her terror, she swallows a bottle whole
Which makes her feel okay for a while
As if finally, she is getting what she deserves
For she believes that she does not deserve her bursts of joy
Without drowning in a sea of sadness afterwards
And she hates it, but it is her way of life
Nay, her mind,
For her mind is a powerful thing
Who cannot be enticed
Into giving up a permanent sorrow
For only a day of happiness without a price tag.
So she apologizes
Because
She knows
Her mind is a mess
And all she was ever taught to do
Is apologize
Apologize
Apologize
For crimes she did not commit
And for her
Twisted, cruel and awful mind
Who loves to play dirty tricks.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
