You've been there for me
But every moment you break down you're bad for me
To kill yourself is good
To die is to help
You tell yourself all of these lies about you and all of what you do
You tell me I'm beautiful and amazing and I can tell you're sincere
But then you tell yourself you're nothing and worthless
Just a monster with no heart inside of its chest
Every time you do
Every nothing
Every broken moment
You're as honest as when you praise because you believe it's truth
Each time I hurt before you
That my texts contain periods and repeated letters
It's your fault and you're to blame
My pain is the proof your brain claims to bleed more hate inside your veins
I slam myself against those walls that your feelings breed
Every apology is a brick in your depression
In your hate, your stress, your pain
Every time you sink deeper away from connection and my heart hits every brick
Only attempting to help but you shy from my contact
I watch as you put the blame on a fake culprit
The one and only show you have with only two tricks
To want to die or want to leave
Which will it be tonight?
Where goes the next brick?
YOU ARE READING
Out of Orbit
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote over time. Some of them are pretty bad, others can be rather deep. The title, Out of Orbit, is a reference to a comet coming out of orbit around a planet or a sun and it could either be on a collision course or it coul...
