I wake up every morning with this overwhelming guilt
It's not something that I wanted but just something that was built
I hang my head in silence like I'm the one who's wrong
But the silence im stuck in is continuously long
I'm not trying to make things difficult if only you could see
That i'm not the monster that everyone makes me out to be
I just want to feel this supposed happiness inside
And no one wants to help me so it's eating me alive
I swear on my life that I just want to make it go away
I'm feel im stuck in a bubble that takes me astray
It's an every morning feeling of nervousness and pain
Like a need to break free from these shackles and be a Lois Lane
That's a damsel in distress that I would like to play
At least someone would be there in my every single day
I'd rather put a knife to my throat and watch it slip away
Like the rain in April won't settle down and bloom flowers in May
My blood would soak beneath the earth and soil
And bring hell upon the bitches and make them all boil
The walls of each house splattered blood with my name
No longer would they see it and think i'm just a lame
They'd see a hero of guilt who escaped the world by himself
And place a picture of my shitty face up on top of the shelf
The night would fall and my body would too
It's like the realization that my soul is coming through
Who would have thought I had time to write this down
When i'm always trying to hang myself from the ceiling with a gown
I woke up in the morning with this fucked up guilt
And it's all my fault since I decided to have it built
I'm feeling like the evening is taking a large toll
On my brain inside it's trying to make this poll
About staying alive inside of this shitty little body
With red splashes painted like it's polka dotty
I'm no longer sane enough to stay awake in my bed
Since the demons inside of me rip out of my head
I'm suffering physically due to all of these scars
I want to stop them from appearing and continue spitting bars
But it's hard when you like to feel the pain of a blade on your skin
So you try to rid yourself of it like an abandoned young kin
I'm sorry for the pain i've cause everyone around me
Don't worry because I'll be dead in a minute or eventually
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA 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.
