More Poems & Thoughts

Drained

Blocked off emotions,

I feel only pain now.

My wrist is still burning

From when my blood rushed out

I'm so tired, breathing nothing.

Absolutely drained,

Beginning to decay.

Molded statue of a poker face.

Rotten and disgusting, I need to be distinguished as different.

Plenty of discrimination,

I'm running confused with all these labels put on me.

I dress differently so I've been marked as opposite.

Stop tagging me with tickets.

You know better than anybody that there are prices to be paid.

That's something you always say.

Especially when you condemn me to hell after my grave.