My poetry may not be that good,
And I might not know many words,
And my rhymes are usually terrible,
And barely make it bearable,
But the message behind my poetry keeps my mistakes repairable.
The fear and panic that in me, resides,
Makes me wanna die,
I need my soul to abide,
And I need them to let me cry,
Because my mind is terrible,
My thoughts are a jail,
And I'm its prisoner.
Echoes in my mind,
Telling me I shouldn't be kind.
Demons screaming,
Making death seem appealing.
Don't let the monsters win,
So just put on a grin,
Show everyone you ain't giving in.
Your thoughts may be the loudest,
And my inspiration,
The least erotic,
But let me tell you this:
You can't lose the fight,
The monsters can't win,
They destroy everything.
I'm being replaced,
By people with less grace,
But my love and affection will never be erased,
I will be etched into your mind,
I will show you what its like to be kind,
Take away your fear,
Pain,
Grief,
Screams,
I will try and make you happy,
I will help you smile,
You will build up
All that you have lost,
This war is not over yet,
Until victory is at your finger tips.
The choices you make in life,
Will follow you through time,
Let the world know the choices you made in life,
Were the reason you strived.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
