You're all alone in empty house
Fathers pistols sitting out
The thoughts are racing through your head
Maybe you should go to bed
You know they'd miss you if you died
But they are never satisfied
Perhaps for them you'll end your life
Maybe it would end their strife
But now your mind is speeding up
You know you will not drink that cup
But thoughts still plague you everyday
"Why cant i send these thoughts away"
But though your mind is flying fast
You know you will not join the past
The only way to cope, you find
Is dig the pen, draw your lines
Sharp and red and temporary
Still you need that pain to carry
"Where did I go wrong," you ask
Never know the way, the task
The ringing living in your ears
The screaming they will never hear
But you will make it through this life
You will push right past their lies
Become a boding, silent wall
Hiding feelings from them all
ESTÁS LEYENDO
pEoms **COMPLETED**
PoesíaSo I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...
