I know kids should be innocent
And girls should always smile
And boys should be strong
But somewhere, it went wrong
I'm still a child
Not innocent
Stained with my own sin
The tears that dry upon my cheeks
And the need to gulp a pill
That will
Ease the guilty pain
A hands that fumble in the dark
Only obey the brain
And the brain is me
And I'm the brain
A bundle of worm nerves
Maybe what could stop the crave
Is only a cold grave
Before I say no
During I scream
After I lay in a cold cloud of steam
I'm reaching the edge
I'm on the cliff
I want to jump down
I wonder what if
And then I fall back
I can't satisfy
That need deep inside
I'm too weak
I still can't decide
YOU ARE READING
Up The Hills
PoetryA collection of random works by me. (more like a collection of thaughts) feel free to comment entered wattys 2017 cause I'm bloody naive :)