Death
At times it seems like a saint
You cut, and cut, until you faint
But, death isn't the answer
You keep fighting the darkness
You keep fighting the pain
You live, and let go
So that your heart and soul can grow
All this fighting, this pent up anger,
Leaves pieces of you behind,
And leaves your mind lost and drained
Just how they want you to be
Drained
YOU ARE READING
An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoetryIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
