I'm a disease you can't heal
Pimple that you can't get rid
Leaving a scar
A problem...
Wherever I go I rub off
Leaving you to be stuck
Empty, a hole
Can't escape
No matter how hard I try
Leaves me wanting to cry
Push, push me
I struggle, dragging
Told others get down,
I bring others down
I don't mean that
I don't want that
Cuts like a razor blade
Against my heart
Leaving me with more holes
To never get full
I try to get happy
Get you happy
God knows I try
Always a problem..
Ghost I am
Drifting, empty,
Soon to be nothing
That's what I feel
Nothing.
At times I feel alive
I do
I smile
I laugh
Feel alive..whole..
But always go back
To the sack
The hole
A disease..
A problem..
That's all I'll ever be.
-N.Q.
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The Deepest Parts Of My Soul
Poetry"I'm a disease you can't heal Pimple that you can't get rid Leaving a scar" "It's funny How that simple cut Can effect so much of our lives" ....my innermost thoughts and emotions written across the page for all to see in attempts to heal mysel...
