I'm screaming out loud
But nobody hears
It's like my voice is quite
While I shed silent tears
Tripping at dawn
Tripping in the dark
Tripping in the light
Everyone's blind to the battle I fight
Tripping over love
Tripping over myself
Tripping over everything
No one hears when I cry for help
Falling in a nightmare
Falling down over
Falling silent to the hound
It's a different battleground
But what's worse?
Killing the two most beautiful people
That I loved
Or the fact I'll be in the next hearse
But that's okay,
I scream out and cry
But I have my debts to pay
And I'm tired of the lies
Done with depression
Done with anxiety
Done with the obsession
Of thinking I belong in reality
Back to back
Blood to blood
I bare my skin
And add up my sins
The blood falls to the floor
As I lean against the door
Afraid of the mirror
And afraid of my dreams
But I cover it up with a band-aid
And pull down my sleeves
Because I'm in a terrible dream
And everything is as it seems
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Poems of an Outcast
PoetryA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
