I suffer through your bullshit
And swallow all my pride.
So if you're done with your last hit,
Just let me lie here, and silently cry.
This feelings got me bound tight, right against myself.
I don't need your concern there's nothing wrong with my health.
All I hear is white noise, and your voice.
It leaves me with no other choice.
Nobody sees how hard life can be.
But then again they were never me.
So now your threatening to tie me down and leave me burn
Is this some joke I have yet to learn?
Go ahead, just let me burn with this house.
Don't worry about my pointless shouts.
I'll just die the closest thing I've ever been to hell.
And your so sick you'll fall in love with my burnt body's smell.
My body will go numb after all of this pain.
My mind will go numb, losing it's hate.
Cleansing my soul and all the lives it was going to take.
Did you ever know what I looked like under my skin?
What it felt like when my life was a sin?
I dreamt of true love, but wouldn't let it exsist.
I'd rather slit my fucking wrists'.
I couldn't be hurt like I was before.
I couldn't just watch someone walk out my door,
While I pick my heart up off the fucking floor.
So now I feel like lying, here on the ground with blood all around.
I can't see your face, I can't hear a sound.
I'll know it's all over, but I'm not okay.
So many words I never got to say.
Maybe they'd of changed things, or made matters worse.
All I know is I never came first.
And I think it's about time I slit this throat of mine.
Pledging my love for you, one final time.
And dear, I hope they balme it all upon you.
Because if we never met, this is something I would never do.
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Poetry
PoésieHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)