When the world doesn't understand you
You turn to the knife
It helps you feel
Helps you breath
As the blood spills again and again
As you try to wash away your un seen sin
You cry and dream up ways to dye
You are selfish but you want to say goodbye
A tribute my friends
To the ones like me
Who hide in the corners and pray no one can see
You wear long sleeves
All through the seasons
If you still see them
maybe so can we.
You wear dark colors to try to fade out. You hold a perfect smile but when your alone
You can't seem to keep the demons out
You tried it on your own dear. You did your best. But now let us all take a nice good rest, not forever.
Just for the night
before our demons come out to fight.
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
