A voice in my head that wants me dead
Is telling me to give up and don't think different
Like a hopeless prisoner behind bars
I'm innocent but the sum is large
And I cannot afford to pay when I am in debtTrust me, I'll find a way to forget.
With each cut I make, I know it's more than I can take
As I lie awake wishing to ease the pain
Trust me, I'll find a way to forget... a way to forget in vainMy body is cold as winter, and I cannot forget
I want to glow like glitter, but not pretend
Snakes in the grass slither, I'd rather not know
No, I'll jump from my window and witherSomething's happening and I cannot forget
Each cut takes me to a place and I cannot forget
These scars travel their own way, and I cannot forgetA symbolism of our pain, and we will not forget
Trust me, I'll find a way to forget
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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...