I don't like it here anymore
Living life is like
An everyday chore
I can't shine
And I want to be put straight
But it's all out of line
And all I do is cry
Because I am alone
And the devil is on
The lords throne
So both worlds are falling
Their servants calling
And all I see is fire
So I step back and admire
The work of both kings
And their
Gold shining rings
One by one
Each angel fell
Straight down into
Burning hell
So I don't see
The need for me to be here
If all we do
Is cower in fear
A pained expression
On each falling face
As they watch their world burn
In this hellish place
And each falling angel
Brings tears to their eyes
You couldn't even shout over
Their horrific cries.
And they all start falling
Because the devil
He is calling
Calling them
To claim his own
Because he laughed as he watched
Their world
Crumble to bones
He has taken me
So they fall
I block out
Their desperate calls
Because I saw them
When I was falling.
And guess what they did?
Absolutely nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
