I'm sad to the core
That's how bad and often I've been hurt
My soul has been eternally damaged
I'm sad to the core
I'm going to die
I'm going to die, die, die
I'm vulnerable
I'm a robot
I'm not lovable
I'm going to die emotionally
I'm going to die mentally
I'm scared
I smile throughout the day
I cry throughout the night
I laugh throughout the day
I hurt throughout the night
Maybe I should suffocate myself
Or maybe I should overdose on pills
Maybe I should drink until I ache
I'll try suffocation
Just slow and clouded death
I wonder if I'll be happy then
No I won't
And it's all because I'm sad to the core.
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...