Give me some type of high
Tell me a pretty lie
Send me into another world
Find myself a lover
I'll be your girl
I want to feel special
I don't want to be careful
You should blame yourself
You pushed me
Until I fell
I don't want to feel anything
I want to be numb
And forget that you're winning
I'm tired of listening to the same song
I don't know how it all went wrong
Some days I feel alive
Some days I'm dead inside
I am bound to break
The shattered pieces tell you
That you're too late
Is this what you wanted?
I finally had enough of it
You were supposed
To help me move on
Instead you helped me lose myself
Now I'm fucking gone
Use the same excuse
For his sharp tongue
Bite it till it bleeds
Then we won't have a problem
I need to let this go
Get it off my chest
Soon, you'll know
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
