Ever since a certain event in my life i have been very depressed. Writing poetry is how i let my emotions out. |
What happened to the mother
that I used to know...
The bathroom floor
is hard and cold...
Sitting on the porch
Staring at the sky...
Slice Me
Dice Me...
Rain covers the field
You lie peacefully in your final bed...
Oh how you torture me
The glass slipper never fits...
At dusk
we mend our broken vessels...
Liquid pictures
reflect off the moon...
I'm tired of the lies
tired of the hate...
Rain covers the field
You lie peacefully in your final bed...
My tears grow cold... |
Your life |
Don't ever back down |