I was born into this world with pills in
my hand
The pain of living so hard I could barely stand
Banished from society for not being the fairest in the land
More angst in my life than in a song by a heavy metal band
I was born into this world with a bullet in my mouth
The fear squeezing my throat so I couldn't scream or shout
I couldn't block out the voices because they were so loud
Nothing distracts me from the taste of blood from the bullet in my mouth
I was born into this world with a knife against my throat
The shine was nonexistent 'cause it wore a bloody coat
I'm leaving the world one last final note
And now it's time for the knife to plunge deep into my throat
YOU ARE READING
Forest of Stanzas
PoetryA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
