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when you trip and fall

you almost know it all

during your short trip

you happened to split your lip

crimson blood falling down your face

it feels like a little race 

to wipe it up before it falls

as you hear someones calls

"are you okay?" they ask

what is this their task?

to ask people if they are okay?

he doesn't know there i words i do not say

i don't talk at all

i feel like i'm going to bawl

i locked away my words long ago

due to my past and foe

i let people get to me

so they would let me be

but in all reality  they kept it up

my friends stopped asking "sup"

i isolated myself from everyone

all i really want is someone

to see whats going on in my life

so i dont need a knife

i tried and tried but failed to end my suffering

my life says its still buffering

and that i need to be here for a reason

but all I've learned is treason

my life is a secret that i cannot tell

even if i wanted to yell

they burned my vocal cords

so i could spill no words

i lied and said i locked them away 

but all i really want is to sway

to reality where everyone else is

but ive learned to betray they country i was born

everyone says i have been sworn

to defeat this corrupt government

if no i will face punishment

from my crew and the u.s

they all think im useless

but i can take a hit or two

nobody has a clue

on what i have had to face in this so called reality

all i want to show them is the right chivalry




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⏰ Last updated: Feb 28, 2018 ⏰

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