I make myself sad,
So that I can write,
So that I can express the demons
That are here to fight.
I cry on my bed
All the feelings of dread,
So that I can release
All the toxic things I've said.
I rhyme all the time,
'Cause it's sublime.
But sometimes those rhymes,
Don't wanna shine out.
I scream out my doubts
Just so I don't pout,
'Cause that turns into the equivalent of dope.
And I can't give everything and let it float.
I wanna strangle my words,
And give them a fright.
So maybe I can sleep...
Alone tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Watered Down Words
PoetryAll those words I meant to say, have all been washed away so I hope you join me in this book just to see what took my words away.