I'm broken in pieces
Putting it back together's not easy
I'm broken, can't help it
sad and now a little queasy
This whole "book" is a cheesy joke
Every time I see my words, I'd like to choke
Sit back and inhale a smoke
They say every moment counts, but fuck it I don't know
You'll need a telescope and a stethoscope to see my struggle and find a heartbeat; somewhere in this diseased body I'm rotting
Emergency, ring ring, pick up the phone
Or else I'll fly a drone in your home or house
Said I needed you yesterday, I don't need you now
It's too late to be saved, go ahead and lower my corpse into a grave
It's said that it's all in your head... but that's said from people who have never felt this
Hey Jadyn I miss you
Too bad you're hurting too much to see the truth
Depression, it never left
Time to hold the chest
Not a treasure chest, the one under your neck and breasts where your heart barely beats
Through a sore soul, I can still see - and you can't rest
We all got demons, but no one sees them
A lonely night in the evening, hardly breathing - it's all a test
As you take another hit and drown
All sounds go out and you pass by the city you once lived, a sigh escaping your mouth
Flashbacks come back to when you were a kid when life was so great; Getting ice cream and having bedtime at eight
Blowing the candles out on your birthday
Yeah, none of that matters when you're filled with hate
And I say the same; hit puberty now my brain changed
I wish I was 10 again..
cause when I was friendless and ugly it didn't matter then..
The innocence is gone, now I know the truth
Hopefully I'll be see through too
I'm broken in pieces
Putting it back together's not easy
I'm broken, can't help it
sad and now a little queasy
Dear friends who're lost and hide
I hope you find some glue and fix that puzzle inside
Cause without you, I'd wouldn't be the same
I'd stay in my room and slowly go insane
Already lost Chester, can't lose another broke
No telling where a sad soul goes
The insecurities and everything in time
Tell me, will any of that matter at the end of your life?
Or would you think about how you wasted it all?
I love and miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
