Fallen one too many times,
And I've already snapped,
There is no getting back up after what,
I've done to myself.
The negativity imposed is entirely my fault.
Everything said is like another nail,
In my godforsaken coffin,
Where I'm buried alive,
And I'm choking on the air,
That is positively intoxicating.
I feed off of it,
It's the only drive that I can reckon,
Helps me survive,
Even though metaphorically I am locked away,
Inside this coffin under rusted, crooked nails.
I'm breaking through the boards,
It would be best to stay away,
Because I am afraid,
Of what I can do,
Because even if you don't believe it,
I have so much power.
Under this coffin,
There is somebody who has been reincarnated,
Three times before,
Whose hasn't learned their lesson yet,
Even if you don't want me,
I'm back with a vengeance.
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My Life Is A Circus
PoesíaWelcome to the circus, behind this curtain is the exploration through the thoughts of a girl's mind by passing through heartbreak, happiness, depression, and all misunderstandings that apply to everyone who has questions and curiosities.
