His cigarette
Her blade
They're mistakes
That we've made
Just searching
For release
To make
The pain cease
We found a way
To stop the pain
A cut, a purge
To stop the gain
But in time
We found it made
Our minds darken
More than a shade
Some of us
Could actually find
A better way
To calm the mind
But those of us
Who live the lie
I'm begging, please,
Just let me die
For I'd rather
Stare death in the face
Than stay inside
This horrid place
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
De TodoDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
