Have you ever seen a dead man walking?
Neither had I...
Until as of late,
You see I wear a smile everyday,
Cheer the sad up,
But I can't cheer myself up.
See as a person i died a long time ago,
Everyday has become so routine even the aliens can pose as me,
I drowned in my own tears nobody came to save me,
My emotions untamed...
Came crashing down,
My small world crumbled right before my eyes,
So I'm not doing what i want right now,
I do what i have to,
They ask if I'm okay,
I smile and nod,
They ask again,
I lie through my teeth and say I'm tired,
Which is not entirely a lie,
I'm tired emotionally,
I'm tired mentally,
I'm tired physically,
I'm tired of...
I'm just tired.
I'm a dead man walking...
I'm not okay,
I'm not a superhero.
I'm not a SUPERHERO.
YOU ARE READING
THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
