My heart drips the dark liquid…
Drip… Drip… Drip…
My heart is encased in dark
Suffocating…
I feel as if I am meaningless
Alone…
Alone…
The tears spill from my already red eyes…
My hair falls in my face only making my mood twist worse…
Am I depressed? Maybe…
Thoughts of death spiral…
I’m alone even when their are friends or foes
I’m alone…
I try not to listen
But I do and it makes my heart pound in my chest
That little melody of grief.
I. Am. Not. Alright.
If I say I’m fine…
Liar! Liar!
If I smile…
Fake! Fraud!
If I let my emotion slip…
Broken! Broken!
I’m alone surrounded by strangers…
My heart doesn’t know love…
Hate and love are the same…
The tears land in a puddle at my feet…
I’m a soul of grief…
I’m not talented…
I’m a fraud, useless like the rest, born to marvel at the lucky…
Everyday… thoughts of death.
I am too afraid to continue those thoughts…
One day though, my last words will be a whisper…
“I’m just another useless soul to marvel at the lucky.”
Dark grief…
Incase my soul… flow through me…
Let me be free from the pain…
Let me sprout wings of darkness and fly free in the sky!
No more! No more!
I am done!