By The GUILT

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little bit about me :)

Submitted: January 19, 2013

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I was always on the ground so I've never fallen.

But I've sewed up wounds that will never heal.

Just like a zombie with cuts over my eyes.

But the pain doesn't prove that it's real.

No seems to care if I'm ill, broken or gone.

So tonight I'll begone, I'll vanish from sight.

Though I know I'll just come back in ashes.

Because in reality gravity always burns the kite.

As much as I cry, tears won't save me.

At some point I had given up inside of me.

Because that's the only way to keep going.

I'll click a gun at my head but I'll never be free.

Well shame on me,

I must have ruined your life.

Why did I ever come to light?

Though I tried to die, wrist at knife.

I was always on the ground so I've never fallen.

But I've sewed up wounds that will never heal.

Like a zombie with stitches over my eyes.

But the pain doesn't prove that it's real.

So someday I'll wake up at home,

When I realise 'twas a mistake, a dream.

I'll follow the light and live like a sheep,

And sit there watching your pouty faces beam.

You throw words at me like paper cuts.

But to me they're like arrows on fire.

I know I'm horrid, selfish and rude.

But as a kid you can't expect me to be the messiah.

No one can see my scars, cuts and bruises.

No one wants to believe their own cruelty.

But over all I don't want their acceptance...

Over all I just want them to feel GUILTY!


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