Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Seventy-nine percent of the time
I hate—no—loathe myself
The anger expressed that everyone sees
And the rage building up inside of me
The constant twitching of my hands
Wishing I could guide it through walls
The quivering of my bitten lips
Hoping these tears could drown my sinking ships
Don't ask why I just know that I'm toxic
There's a ton of C-4 in my belly about to explode
Is there an explanation for why I'm like this?
Send a psychologist or whomever, I need a diagnosis
I'm like Uranium, radioactive
A ticking time bomb ready to go off
Waiting to bring down a whole city
Setting it all ablaze, starting with me
Vous m'avez manquè
TheDarkChocolate1
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The Scars That Remain
Poetry«#18 in poesia out of 1.1k stories» «29-01-2019» A collection of personal poems and short stories depicting my painful or sad memories, thoughts or midnight musings. Soul wrenching, heart breaking and maybe earth shattering.
