(So this is a poem I wrote 2 years ago, I was completely destroyed and had no hope. Now I'm much better. not entirely recovered but better. Enjoy)
Skilled at something
But don't know what
Probably s.uicide
'Cause I just want to die
There's no sign of hope
I'm drowning in the d.ope
Prisoner of my own life
I'm just a f.ucking big lie
I've lost my dreams in the hall of shame
I want to be free from this ocean of pain
And I'm wasting my time
Trying to get out of this nightmare
Everytime I remember this weakness in my mind
And all the scars on my heart inside
It all happened so fast
Nothin' good can really last
And no matter how hard I try to be happy
It always gets to me.
And I'm the one to blame
I must be going insane.
All alone in the crowd
I'm screaming so loud
But no one hears me
And I'm the only one that sees
Blood flowing down my hands
I'm almost dead
I'm waiting for the end.
