I'm not daddy's little girl,
I'm daddy's disappointment.
Instead of living life,
I felt like I didn't deserve it.
My friends are not my friends,
I treat them all like family.
If I could save their lives
I'd watch my own start ending.
They tell me I'm perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Riding clouds with weighted boots.
Told lies, lies,
Truths!
Must tell myself to stop talking.
Running, running,
Walking!
I'm only light when I'm heavy.
I'm only bright in this darkness.
Pull my weight like a levy.
Part myself til I'm partless.
Partless.
Apart from my illness.
I'm not depressed I have been cursed.
Cursed.
These voices keep screaming,
Without any meaning.
I'm mean? No I'm leaning,
Against the wall that I've built to be seperate.
I'm desperate.
Wash my mouth out with soap,
Swallow the whole bar
Until I'm cleansed with hope.
I'm hollow, but I'm sure as hell not empty.
I've borrowed,
All my time, someone save me.
I'm worse I'm worse!
Call a doctor! Please!
I don't wanna die!
I don't wanna die!
I've been compromised!
I let the bad thoughts win!
Hoping I wouldn't be disappointed,
But this sickness is carved into my genetic code.
An overload,
Of potential suicidal crazy mode!
Hold me!
Hold me.
These streets look lonely, don't they?
But no one is ever truly all alone.
From skin to skin,
Bone to bone.
We are connected,
The same being.
Can't live without breathing.
Can't see without seeing.
Can't be without being.
Can't be without being.
Can't be without being.
Open your mind.
YOU ARE READING
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoetryI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
