Hid under my lack of emotions
And blamed it on my head
Tried to be the smarter half
But the other is already dead
Left to wallow in such pitiful words that I wrote with my own pen. Drowning in my own blood. Chocking on my own breathe.
And held without a voice to cry out.
I'm such a pitiful excuse to those who knew
They'd lie that they saw fear in my eyes.
Not fear just an image of where you shall lay.
Or fake your own death cause you are good at making up a lie.
Haha..... What monstrous lines.
Filled with obnoxious buy unbreakable ties.
Oh no he'd cry
But too bad he's in my life
Can't escape from the devil herself.....
YOU ARE READING
Beauty Behind My Madness
PoetryAnd a little taste of mind games.... 'Oh what a manipulator' I'd congratulate.... "Cause no one can do it like me" I'd say. ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ Well..... My poetry book..... If you dare please go ahead.... Oh but please watch your head.... 🌹
