Upside down,
My face is red,
All of my blood rushing to my head,
I tried to leave,
This hopeless place,
But instead all I got was a very red face,
So here I lay,
Now and forever I'll always feel doomed,
Compassed by hatred beyond what I've consumed,
I lay here looking up,
At the dark and dead night sky,
Wondering if all of my life was posed as just a lie,
I've tried to leave so many times,
But somehow I always fail,
As soon as the storm starts to pass, it always seems to hail.
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Misguided
PoetryDark poetry, self harm involved. Yes, most of my poems rhyme if not all of them. I like it that way. Thanks for reading. And don't plagiarize. © All Rights Reserved