I was crying again
My tears painted red
And eyes drawn from metal
I let her win
And
I was crying again
I was trying again
to not let them see
to hide my eyes and mind
to set her free
and
I was trying again
I was lying again
told them i was fine
I told them I was better
She took over
and
I was lying again
I was dying again
Suffocated with sadness
intoxicated with madness
I was dying again
YOU ARE READING
Sleepwalker
PoetryA rather dark poem, i'd say. Just read the poem instead of wasting your time with a stupid description.
