Oh god I can't be left alone,
With a cold chilling to the bone.
I need a saviour,
Because I can't control my behaviour.
It's twisted to the core,
You've washed to my shore.
My new prey,
Just to light up my day.
Here we go round and round,
Until we're both bound.
We're meant to die,
But this world is a torturous lie.
Why am I doing this?
Him is all I miss.
I'm cursed I know,
I love to get low.
It's good if you don't really love me,
I don't deserve that, you see.
Suffocating in my own prison,
Without the need for a reason.
I create and destroy,
You better watch out, boy.
It's taking all my energy to keep you safe,
Getting too close is unsafe.
I'm hurting and I'm destructive,
Trying to somehow make that productive.
I just need a good drink,
To bring me to the brink.
I could love you all day,
That's what they all say.
But they don't know how to bring me back,
When all I feel is like a clothing rack.
Because I've tried on too many costumes,
This love could blow up in fumes.
Falling was a big mistake,
In the end I'll still be the one to fake.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
