I'd like to thank a certain person who believed I should share my thoughts of life,
My thoughts are not pleasant as I face my own strife.
Sometimes my own desire gets in the way
DESTROYING
BREAKING
EATING AWAY
At everything I wish to say.
Though thoughts dawn on me that no one my care,
But my life's an open book
TAUNTED
BROKEN
HELPLESS
In despair.As I push the thought out of my head
Pondering my motive to "entertain"
As I sit here and right I might sound insane but don't fear or run for I am not threat to your life,
For my words are the only thing stronger than a knife
Thank you DevonThePoet for inspiring me to post poetry as well as my other books!
YOU ARE READING
The cries of a distressed poet
PoetryWARNING these poems are deep and somewhat depressing so if you find death an uneasy topic do not read this!