I'm not sure why
But I kinda wanna die
It's probably my head
Convincing me that I'm better off dead
I try to be perfect
But it's just turned me into this addict
Unable to keep my mind in control
Only one thing in mind, only one goal
Keep up the facade
But I can't forget the thought that gnawed
It kept digging its way in
That I'm just a has-been
But really I wasn't there at the start
With one barely beating heart
I just wish that I could go
Or get my head off death's row
My mind's in the gutter
It says, sorry did I stutter?
Just die already and leave us be
But when did I stop being me?
When did I start to believe
In things my head deceived
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
