A genuine melody, a couple times rejected
found it melancholic, the story I depicted
An original piece turned into nothing
like a worthless, sinful human being.
The songs I have sincerely written,
never had the chance to glisten
Some would listen, a lot wouldn't
deep inside I tried to vent,
zilch came out—you know emptiness?
My feelings I tend to suppress
a sick composition of mine;
coarse judgements painfully
etched in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
