I ask myself each day "Where did I go wrong?"
My thoughts begin to devour me into a pit of darkness
A pit so deep, I fall
Lost, with no signal, not even a phone call
Fall into my memories
Memories so lucid
Memories so livid
I've come to terms with myself, my memories so vivid
The haunting feeling never seems to go away
One more body to pile, should I take my leave on this earth or stay,
Call it a suicide, no let us pray,
Wrote this in fall, but now it's may
I begin to cry
My thoughts speak to me, "why won't you die?"
"Why must I?"
..lie awake at night, and fall apart like shattered glass
Mirrors reflect on me, casting a shadow of my dark past
I wear my emotions as my only mask
Losing all consciousness and resolve
I begin to lose myself, broken at last
Gambling a game with a broken heart
Piece by piece is burrowed
Piece by piece is sold
I would trade those pieces in for anything
Even a pot of gold
Even the skin that remained on my body,
So fragile, and frail
To the point where I couldn't even look at myself
Breathe in, and exhale
Skin so pale, like ivory snow or even icy hail
I am heated like the fire that burns in hell
I kept my mouth shut for so long, I didn't even tell
Can I ask a question? "Yes?"
"What is that smell"
"Is it HBO or just some bad hair gel?"
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
