What do you do,
When there's no where to go?
No one that can know?
Truth killing you slowly
Always felt lonely.
Didn't mean for if to be this way
Why can't it just be a normal day?
Sharp knives
Tempting pills
Death is your only thrill
The draw of blood
And lust that follows.
An embarrassing truth
Soon uncontrollable
Need the rush
To feel the lust
Not wanting to share
You turn to yourself
You go too far
Can't even make it to the car
Falling to the ground
Unable to utter a sound
Slowly dying in that dirty lot,
All ending painfully..
YOU ARE READING
Listen to my Voice
PoesíaA series of poems I've written. Things that come from deep within, soul and mind.
