Im worried
For whispers speak of loud wounds
Im worried
To lose what has been too precious to know
Im worried
As it knocks my doors in answer
But answers can be confusing
And sometimes imagined.
Im worried for him
For life has been sin to him
For things have gone rough
And the glass cracks evermore
Shatters in silent thoughts.
Thoughts of speed, ropes and pill.
All to lead in peace
A peace thats not mine
I just hope its all jokes and lies
For i dont want to lose precious time.
For him
From him
To these words my secrets
Our joy and drinks to pass
Shadows may not take the bribe
But he might...
YOU ARE READING
My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
