Shot
Take the shot,
I hear you whisper.
But this shot,
This aim,
Is off.
If I take this shot,
And I miss,
You'll end me.
For once,
I don't want to go.
So,
If its me or you,
just this once,
please,
Can it be you?
-Me, 6/14
Used?
You always take from me.
My happiness.
My sadness.
My kindness,
you use.
My rudeness,
You never see.
But why do I do this?
Always give you the best,
Why you give me the worst?
Why can't I give you something,
Something dark and evil?
Well,
Those things don't want to see you.
They even think you deserve to die.
But,
They want me to let you suffer.
They want me to turn,
So they can blame me,
And pull me down.
And maybe,
I'll let them.
-Me, 6/14
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
