Mes Poemes

Cold as stone

I walk away,

Turn back the way i came,

So sick of playing this game

of hope..

When i know it's hopeless

Oh, now i won't miss this

I can feel the pain swell,

Trapping me in my own living hell,

I want a release, to cry these tears,

But instead i just disappear.

A walking zombie is who i become

Sick and broken, cold and hollow,

The blade or fist will always follow..

I'm so sick,

So cold inside

Sometimes i think it'd be better

If I died..