TW- suicidal talk
Night is a peaceful time
A self reflection of my flaws
Memories of mistakes
Urges to be accepted
A small and cold place
Echoes of the old
Screams in my face
Self loathing in the heart
Hating from the start
An end to the madness
I’m put in my place
Stay quiet till the morning
Don’t save the date
Distance yourself from other
Spit in my face
Fuck all the joy
Accept...
You are my light and my joy
My world revolves around the axis of your heart
You are the reason I wake up and why I’m so eager to sleep
My reason to better myself is you, your soul is deep
The world resents your creation and talent
But I stand by you with my motivation
Your beauty and swift tongue are things of ultimate creation
When the world hates you I hate the world
They don’t understand...
All that glitters is not gold
I used to believe everything had its own value
The dirt, the sky, people around
But after many lonely night with nothing to fight but myself
I have come to realize
Gold doesn’t glitter and neither does the light in my eyes
If you could even call it a light to begin with
A feint sheen that reviles nothing
But an empty chasm without hope
So no all that glitters ...
I’m always near but never in the group
Seeing all but not participating
I would join if someone let me
But since no one will I’ll just stay here
In the corner is where I find the most peace
A wall to lean on with a nice crease
Let me in or keep me out
Let me know when I can come out
But while I wait I’ll be right here
A fly on the wall that’s always near...
When he died and how are yet to be seen
But we know who did it he didn’t leave the scene
Why he did it we will never know
The body wasn’t mangled but left quite a show
I’ve seen worse in my day but this ones special
Why
Because it was me who left the spectacle
The light sets on the play as we start a new day
Except I’m not in it cause I was the one who was slayed...
I want to be free
I want to see freedom with these chained eyes
My body moves toward the labor but my mind wonders
It drifts up to the sky
The birds are free unlike me but they were born with wings
And I was born with speech
My mind speaks of freedom while my bones stay silent
A crashing stream of influxtion
I work now but soon
My body may be set free...
That light at the end of the tunnel
People love to go on and on about that damn light
I’ve seen many tunnels in my short life
But never any light
Is it real, do I keep chasing so imaginary light
Or do I give up on finishing and set camp for the night
I’ve achieved goals but they never end in light
Only more tunnel follow by more night
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel
Or is it in our i...
Why must I think a poem has to rhyme for it to be good
Why do I write so dark when I’m in the sunlight
Why can’t I be like the others around me
Enjoying every second of life without a care
I want to do this but I can’t
I tell them I’m ok but inside the light is going out
Out of its way to strangle my last bit of happiness
Why can’t I rhyme and be happy
Why can’t I say what’s I feel
My life is...