Im always sad inside
Something only I take pride
No one knows deep down
I want to bury this town
Was told everyone is dead
I knew since its always in my head
Another is meant to make you smile
Turns out puts me deeper a while
If I died lots would care
Who knew I could dare.
The knife against my skin
The dissappointment of my win.
Not for attention
Not for depression
Only for my lack of expression
And maybe compression.
I fill to the brim
With a life so dim.
It all falls a part in a minute
Not in it to win it.
Many parts in my life
Always holding a knife.
Cutting away at my brain
Life failing to entertain.
Holding on to what I can
Until its stuck in this man.
Everyday a struggle of my former self
Always stuck up on the shelf.
Who's to say he wont fall
And crawl into a bawl.
Sleepless nights dont bother me
But life it not what its meant to be.
Maybe an endless night is right
The thought is too tight.
DU LIEST GERADE
Dreams Over Reality
PoesieA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
