i'm tired of fighting
tired of waiting, tired of hoping, tired of dreaming that someone would
look past the ice droplets in my eyes and see
i'm not a villain
i'm just a man:
labelled and misunderstood
i have feelings too
but i guess they mean nothing to you
because you don't know; you don't feel
the gnawing chill in your bones
you don't know what it feels like to have a heart - still beating - but trapped within the confines of a barbed-wire cage, being scarred and bruised with every pulse
trying to stay alive but being poisoned
slowly
from the inside
i'm sick of crying, god
my eyes, they hurt from the salty sting of the tears piercing my skin
help me, i can't breathe
don't put me on life support, i'm too broken to be fixed -
just hold me close and let me live for five seconds and then
i'll go
the shadow inside me is dying
to see the light once
please
just give me one chance to explain
as the words glide gently off my dying breath, listen to me
you don't have to tell me you're sorry
you don't have to say a thing
just hold me close and let me lean my head onto yours
as a last retort against the apathy tormenting the world
i'll go, i promise
but let these blue eyes fade not as cold ones, rather ones that were starved of the warmth
YOU ARE READING
lyrical beauty
Poésie"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
