Second of many

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walking down the road in the middle of the night

praying to God that I do breathe my last

and the fucked up part is that i can't turn back now

I'm walking down the road hoping that I see a light

my life's the darkest shade of black, so any light will do just fine

if it's a headlight, even better, best to end it here and now

than to live in total misery for the rest years of my life

keep on walking down the highway reminiscing bout the times; that didnt happen, i'm daydreaming, wishing my life was a lie

that i'd wake up in a bed, I've been in coma the whole time

and then i'd smile and then i'd laugh, confliction eating me inside
but this is real, the pain i feel's not something that I wanna fight

yeah, I'm selfish, stupid, reckless every insult on your mind

suicide is not an option but i've gone through all of mine

I know I'm helpless know im reckless theres no saving me this time

I don't regret this, need to end this

i'd see you in the after life

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