Wake up,
The tears start falling, the tears start pouring.
I'm alone,
And the rain helps set the tone.
I crawl out of bed,
The feeling of burning from my wrist fills to my head.
I quickly put on the shirt,
Just so it can seal all of my hurt.
I finish getting dressed and go outside,
Not caring if people notice my unusual stride.
I dial my music to blasting in my ears,
Just to hide all of my fear.
I sit at the park, sitting so calm,
Even with my face in my palms.
The sun starts to set, so I start to leave,
Not wanting to forget how I believe.
They'll hold onto me they say,
They forgot that I think twice about my life, mostly happening at night while I lay.
I tied a noose around my mind, just tight enough to breathe fine,
But what they say, is what I can't find.
(I will love you forever if you guys understand that reference.)
I walk back inside,
Even with the strong enough of a bide.
I crawl back in bed,
And go back to sleep.
~ Penguinz
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
