Isn't life strange? A turn of the page, maybe it's time for me to make a change, find a way to escape this cage, whilst bottling all the rage, that's deep inside me, begging to be set free.
I look up to the heavens, say a quick prayer, my soul's been taken from the devil, maybe I'll learn to care, disappear elsewhere, find another lady, but now the day's rainy, and I'm going crazy.
Me and you, used to be a team, now i'm just feeling blue, and all I wanna do is just scream, sleep away my life, as nothing quite feels right, now I'm alone, in a cold, miserable home.
And you're having a good time, feeling fine, laughing at my failure, as I know I'm changing just like nature, turning into a traitor, who's out on a warpath, turning into a mini psychopath, losing this battle, is making my mind fragile, and I need guidance, as deep inside I'm frightened.
I want your sympathy, I'll write you a symphony, with little empathy, I have no dignity, I don't wanna be lovely, as everything seems to have ended ugly, now you blame me, maybe I'm just carefree, you're just cold, someone whom I'll no longer hold.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
