I'm so tired of waking up
cold in my bed.
Every word I write,
I'm screaming in my head.
They make it seem like
one cigarette will have you dead.
So I smoke them because
I'm so sick of feeling dead.
Every day I wake up, and I yell
"God, didn't you hear what I said?"
I need something to change
or I'm going to lose my head.
Today, I write the words that
I wish that I could scream
at those who always treat
me like I don't even mean shit.
I'm better off silent,
or so that's how it seems.
I don't know what I can do
to stop living on a balance beam.
Is there any word I can say
to stop the comments on my screen?
I was bullied and harassed
everyday by a team.
Every day is just so hard
because my mind will tumble,
but I'll just say "I'm fine,"
as I look down and mumble.
The words stick with me
like a gum bowl.
When someone asks "What's wrong?"
I just start to fumble.
I wish they could see my heart
because they made it crumble.
How can no one see?
My pain is not subtle.
Everyone's laughing,
so clearly I'm a joke.
So, as I cry,
I tie a noose around my throat.
I try to find a defense,
but I just choke.
With awful thoughts,
my mind is soaked.
Is this how I'm going to live?
Am I out of hope?
"God, is this the end?"
I spoke.
Sometimes, I just feel some way,
like there's nothing I can do.
I'm trapped in this house,
and I just wish to move.
I'm only happy when
I chug enough booze.
I train and I try,
but I always seem to lose.
I feel so limited,
like I am just a tool.
I only cry at night
so my mornings go smooth.
Can't you see I'm in pain,
or are you just dumb blind?
Is there somewhere I can go
where I'm not tortured all the time?
Or am I just stuck here
writing these rhymes?
Punishment and punishment
is all I seem to find
after I use something
to numb the pain inside.
Look at yourself,
can't you see I'm not fine?
You didn't pay for that,
so it makes you a thief.
Every day you boss me around
like you are my chief.
So, my emotions dip down,
like the autumn leaves.
Is there somewhere I can go?
I just wish to leave.
How could you do this?
I can't believe
that you just sit there
and watch as they tease.
YOU ARE READING
No Wings
PoetryDedicated to Lund The sequel to "no halo." "I'm an angel, look at my face! Hell is not what I bring, I wanna help your case! I've lost my halo, and never had wings!" "No Wings" Beats (playlist): https://soundcloud.com/helllbitchonorinam/sets/nowings...