The sky seems to call to me.
It knows how much I wish to be free
of this burden. It's all that I know
but how long will it be until I go?
Every day is like a ticking clock,
tick tick tock, my mind will stop
thinking. I just want to be dead,
You don't know the monsters in my head.
Is it possible to grow wings and fly?
Soar away and through the sky
just to be with my family again.
What I would give for a chance.
I hear them calling for me louder,
My eyes becoming cloudier.
They tell me I'm worth more than what I think,
my mind is just being the world's worst shrink.
Mom I love you but I had to do this.
You know that I would've been lucky to finish
my life. My head is foggy and my soul is afar.
I finally felt at home in the stars.
YOU ARE READING
Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
