Deep inside me
Is a cage forever locked.
Even though reality can be cleared,
It is mainly blocked.
Deep inside my cold asylum,
I am the lunatic but I run the joint.
Unstablizing my own proper recovery
Just to keep everything on point.
Deep inside this lunatic
Lies a person that screams and cries,
While he visualize the perfect torture plan,
He prefers to suffer and die.
Deep inside who I was
Died due to pain overdose,
He overtook his meds to receive pain,
Because pain was what he wanted to hold close.
Deep inside who I am now...
You can see the scars no one else sees,
Deep inside my eyes
You can see all the sufferment to me,
Deep inside... deep inside me,
I may be physically alive, but the rest of me is dead
YOU ARE READING
Querido Poeta
شِعرOther than writing stories that are fiction but have a very small comparison with what I felt going through depression, I also made poems but mainly dedicated to people I love and people I despise. The title "Querido Poeta" is "Dear Poet" in Spanis...
