Pain

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sick of love
sick of life

done of lies
done with truths

just wanna lay here
just wanna die

I was afraid of death
now I can’t wait

depression is my friend
. . . my love

I don’t love you anymore

my feeling though
. . . strong

I wanna break free of this prison
this dark hole

I am in too deep

these cuts
drain away the pain

why can’t love be simple
hurt . . . I am tortured

why can’t I be free
tears . . . I am drowning

my blood
wet
warm?. . .
no I am cold

This poem was written/submitted by Sydney Lair.

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