I am a rebel,
I am just a piece of shit;
Full of trouble.
I am the one always skipped;
Alone since forever,
No one could ever make me kept;
Thrown away like used paper;
No one knows it hurt,
My pillows, my bed,
Blankets and other things;
Closest I'll have,
May be even as best friends;
Useless they say,
A dead room I live in.
On my knees I pray,
Every night, to wash away the sins and pain.
Look around me,
And you shall see,
Standing alone,
A lone tear flowing down,
A broken smile,
And heart on sleeve.
But someday,
Y'all will wish,
For the day when I'm gone,
You hadn't broken me down,
Into a million pieces!!
YOU ARE READING
Revival
Poetry" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain...
