No lie
Suffering on the inside
Why must you cry
When you are deprived
Of a life
In which you can forget
It's evident
That my depression keeps me up at night
Out of fear of dreaming of him...
Keeping knives in my pockets
For if suicidal strikes
I can try to physically combat it till I die
Upon my skin
I play like a violin
Rub the bo against the strings
Till I produce a beautiful sound
Exquisite
As flames engulf him
I Burn right along with him
His on the outside mines on the in
Can't believe I lost my kin
Can't believe I lost my twin
Lol god don't want me to win
I suffer
And suffer
And I will take it upon myself
For I am left alone
Away from my throne
And stranded in the maze known as my feelings
My mind reeling
Trying to concentrate
As of late
The past mistakes
The things I make
A regular Victor Frankenstein
I make monsters
Because I am one without trying
No one tell me I am lying
Because at this point I am crying
At my 99%
At 100 it's dead
The voices in my head
Will speak instead
As all around me turns red
The bloodlust is coming back
And it's all because my heart is under attack
Torn
Floating to heaven with him
And I can't shoot it down
At this point I need an heir to my crown
Because when I'm dead
As simple as that
Everyone's life will be on track
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoetryMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
