Insane
Life is a knife
But I still strive
For perfection
And affection
I need skill
Or I'd kill
Everybody
In my path
Bout to crash
Into death
Suicide
Do or die .
This is me
Set me free
Seductive path
Call me trash
But it is
How I cope
Cover scars
Like a coat
Pleas don't leave
I will shriek
Out in pain
I'm insane
Men in suits
Men in suits tell my path
About how I land and crash
Therapy said I'm troubled
Being told made it double
Love me please, without hate
If you want me that is great
Look at me but not at him
I really can not just give in
Pushed and washed
If looks could kill, you'd be murder
To bad you don't, acknowledge hurt though
I wave at you, You shrug it off
You treat me, like a low life slob
Two times, we only talked
Neither of them, had we fought
So what do 'I do all this time
Think about, a possible crime
Something that, would have pissed you off
Maybe it's, just how I walk
Never mind I am just chalk
waiting to be pushed and washed
Salvation
Reading is my salvation
Real life is a battle station
Grammar put into pages
Makes life a lot less basic
Face it life's a storie
But without the plot
It's like a plant without the pot
I hate it but its way to true
It pollutes the mind right on cue
Earth is but a big black ball
Full of hate It traps us all
It just a cycle
Please for me just let go
YOU ARE READING
insanely washed suits
PoetryPoetry is my only portal against a world of sadness and corruption.