My emotions are like cuts
There always there
No matter how much makeup
That I put over it
You call it death
I call it freedom
From this living hell
I always choose the wrong path
I shouldn't listen to my heart
but I do anyways
It leads to pain
That sticks around like a cut
I cover everything with makeup
Or with a smile
And even a sweater
But it's always there
The cuts go deeper
Deeper than you can imagine
Sometimes I hope
That I hit the wrong vain
The blood flows down
Like a waterfall
I drop to the floor
As fast as a bullet
I gasp for air
Grab my note
and put it next to me
My bodies there
My spirits trapped
In this body
Release me please
I want to be free
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
