I'm discriminated for self-expression,
but your words don't mean anything, right?
When I'm laying alone at night they cut me like a knife,
I could put that knife to my wrists and cut away my skin,
Cut until the only color is red and not pale white.
Be a bird and take flight.
But when you have a broken wing and you're grounded,
don't you think it's hard?
It is and sure,
you can swipe your card and waltz your way into Hell.
Well, it's a freefall from there,
And I'm crying!
I'm scared!
The Hell you create for me on Earth is one of a kind and this depressing shit come right from my depressing mind,
Straight from my demons who say,
please don't go!
Don't push me away!
No matter what I say,
don't leave me to fend for myself.
I push everyone away.
"I'm not everyone..."
But that's what they all say.
Everyone I love has done me some wrong.
And when I'm numb,
I'm singing this song.
Well, more mumbling the words while I breakdown and cry,
My story, unheard, I'll get up and lie...
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PuisiDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
