Wounded, still Suffering Had lost my way Might have given up my
soul when I played that game Over and over I tried to fix Always
left out empty handed My heart's been staked. Confused so I abuse
whatever's left of me I'm lost unturned from this road I take To
rocky and shattered I walk bare feet My life will soon be over It'
all up to me I'm passing, collecting whatever comes to mind knowing
these demons are all bottled up inside Keeping protecting whats
left of my pride needing I pleaded for some one to end my life!
I've carved and cut both of my arms within each cut and slice I've
misted each vein Knowing that the vein is the call The call for my
death "Whats wrong with you?! You wanna end your life? Do it go
ahead, you'll be roting in hell for eternity!!" It's not like you
can feel this hell I've been living for years over and over again.
So What if I go to hell? It shall be my final mistake But you guys
will go away. All of you, each and every voice!!!
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