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My Personal Terror Show

Poetry By: darkangel143
Poetry


Wanting to die


Submitted:Sep 12, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


sit back and watch the show its just begun
and if you dont hurry you'll miss all the fun
watch me see myself in the mirror eyes hallow
watch me sit back and wallow
watch me fake a smile a little too well
ill show you more if you promise not to tell
see me stare at the scares no one sees
see my pain bring me to my knees...
as i close my eyes and relive it all
every tear, dream, and heartbreak watch me fall
see me hate myself even more
see me taking down every door
ill wrap a cord around my neck and pull
just as it goes black ill let go cus im a fool
how could i be so stupid to leave a mark?
cant even cover it its so f---in dark
i should have just followed through
when they find out who knows wat they'll do
watch me cry myself to sleep every night
watch me growing too weak to fight
see me lock my stare on the knife
as my hatred growing towards my own life
will i finally just give up on everything?
or find another sad song to sing?
continue to hope and dream for the impossible
but that doesnt seem to be very responsible
but no in the end ill walk away
cus i have too many reason to stay
ill cry, hate, and hit until i bleed
cus its a sick and twisted need
cus in the end i need to torture myself for it all
so say goodbye and goodnight its time for the curtain to fall!





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