I told them I was damaged, told them something was wrong
I told them everything there was to say, I even put it in a song.
They promised me again, to support me through the pain, but another empty bottle, leaves a red wine stain
I was painted black
Whilst they were painted in white
And now every time I touch them
There's black left behind.
It's like it spreads, the negativity in my head.
I contaminate everything by a stroke
And I'd destroy everything if I spoke
For I was damaged, they remained pure.
They're dancing on the dance floor, whilst I am sliding down the bathroom door.
With a cut, so deep it could harm my speech
But a head so violent, talking to me.
Soon they will come and they will find me here.
Slurring my speech, and mixing my beer.
The stain on the floor is yet still here.
From the day that I decided to disappear
YOU ARE READING
Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)