When I say something
it's always wrong.
You make me pay for it,
but I'm not that strong.
I just can't go on listening to you,
anymore.
Why do I live
and what the hell do i live for?
I make everything worse
and harder.
This world is so cold
and it's just getting colder.
I wish I wasn't so stupid,
so weak.
I feel like some
worthless freak.
I tried to help you,
but I made it worse.
I destroyed life,
life of yours.
I didn't mean to,
but you gave me no choice.
I was scared
even when I heard your voice.
It hurts me to know
I destroyed your life.
There isn't anything left of you,
just your best friend knife.
You went far away,
just to get away from me.
And I guess that this
is how it should be.
So enjoy your life
somewhere out there.
Where no one knows your past,
and no one even cares.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
