I'm was fine to a degree
A state of mind that only I could see
My existence a looking glass
With no remnants of modern class
So dark and isolated
Why not let people know you hate it?
Hate the world
As well as the people in it
For pushing an innocent soul to be wicked
Engulfed in hatred instead of love
All but light is seen above
Trapped inside
An inescapable chamber
The lovers lied
Lied about it conquering all
Pain still exists
As does murder of the innocent
Murder in a another sense
The one where they jump off the cliff
To land face first on a ground so stiff
Pushed to that point by endless judgment
Trying to hide behind supplements
Till they run out and realization hits
I was never really OK
But no one could know that so yet again
My answer to your question
Is so divine , its comes from a faux clear mind
I'm fine dear
YOU ARE READING
The Shades Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my reminder to not harm myself because life after can vary As of now I'm living as the damaged kid I've grown content with the state I'm in I don't want help I'm the controller of despair
