You lie about your life,
You take comfort in the drugs,
Your pain is reflected in your eyes,
You fell in love with the plug;
I'm a misfit,
I'm broken,
You put me through hella shit,
I'm not special I'm not chosen;
You over look the scars,
That covers my legs,
You ignore my bloody arms,
Forget all my begs;
I got mommy issues,
I don't have a single care,
I will never miss you,
Life isn't fair;
I got my demons,
But you do too,
I have stopped believing,
We both don't know what to do;
You haven't come face to face,
You still cry,
The inevitable pain,
You slowly die every night;
You forget your kids,
Never conquered your dreams,
No reason to live,
Full of schemes,
Is it wrong that I want you to die?
I will never miss you,
Believed in all your lies,
I got undeniable mommy issues.
THE END!!
YOU ARE READING
Tilted
Poetry"What's love, when we are in pain, how can we fly above, when there's tears streaking our face."
