I'm crestfallen,
I've fallen into depression.
I want to scream and cry,
And I wouldn't mind if I died.
Destruction is my mastery.
I empathize very badly.
I'm a suicide bomber,
Destrying those close to me.
I'd do anything to feel again,
Even if that means cutting my flesh open.
A simple cut, some heart-racing,
Just to feel a little more than nothing.
I'm numb straight down to the bone.
The pain is great, the tears are none.
I hurt but I don't,
Do you get it? I don't.
Anger rushes through my veins,
And all I can do is complain,
Because I don't know what's wrong with me.
My emotions aren't what they should be.
First I'm happy, then I'm sad,
Then I'm frustrated and downright mad.
I experience every emotion there is,
All within a few minutes.
I feel mentally crazed,
And physically unwell.
My emotions are unreasonable,
But I'll stay in my shell.
Hidden behind my mask,
There's no one I'll tell,
And if they ask,
I'll tell 'em "go to hell."
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Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
