Pointing fingers, anger crossed eyes
We all try to put the blame on someone or someone else besides yourself.
Within the dark, my mind shouts
The demons shout. They are the ones pointing fingers at me.
Seeing the bad things, they make me realize so much.
It's not just people that accuse.
It's too late to apologize to those i hurt: including myself.
I'm too far gone. I'm hearing enough of these demons claims.
I am to blame, it's all my fault.
All I need is a lonely day inside my head.
The accusations play once more.
They point the fingers, they set the burning thought
"Why can't I just go away, I've suffered enough pain."
And I know some things can't be changed, ever,
And it is still all my fault I am like this. It is all my fault, is it?
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Sad?
I know but be warned there might be many more. I have no clues when I will end this certain poetry book. It's all up to me now is it.. Urgh.. Well I'll see.
In the mean time, lovelies, Carry On🎤🎶✌️~A.B.P.
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A Poet of Deep Thought (1st Poetry Volume)
PoetryTheses poems are either personal to me, made during my English class or I just end up writing them. I would say most of these are random creation and warning some can be depressing. It can be worth the read if you enjoy poems as much as I.
