Goodbye
I’m bleeding and screaming and feeding my pain
Can anyone stop me from going insane?
Why am I living, is it even worth it?
I stare at my wrists, they’ve already been slit.
I’m on my knees with my head hung so low.
How much more can I take, anyone know?
A little more, I die each day.
Why am I starting to feel this way?
I’m crying all these crimson tears
And trying to hide from all my fears.
I don’t have a real way to let my emotions out
But there is one way my emotions seem to spout.
So here I go, pick up a pen to write
I feel my inner demon begin to ignite.
His smooth hand against my wet cheek
And under my hand my emotions leak.
I was holding all these emotions at bay
But now I’m saying what I was afraid to say.
My inner demon guides my hand
I can’t stop until I meet his demand.
Finally I fall into his sweet embrace
And I start to fall into dark space.
I relax and give my body up to him
If I fight, a chance to win is slim.
By this time, my demon is in control
He won’t stop until he’s reached his goal.
Finally my demon begins to recede
And I get a chance to finally read.
I read what my inner demon has wrought
My hand wrote this without any thought.
People ask where I get my inspirations
How do I come up with all my creations?
So deep, inspiring and full of emotion.
Does anyone have the slightest notion.
Of the pain I feel when I write?
Of the depression that I have to fight?
I have all these emotions locked in my chest
And you people still think that I‘m blessed
With the ability to write like I do
But, my god, if you only knew!
My ability to write is my curse
I wish all these feeling would just disperse.
Can’t you tell that I’m poetry’s slave!?
I’m already starting to dig my grave.
My inner demon only lets out a laugh
I think my mind is being split in half.
To write or not to write, I’m so confused.
Sane or insanity, which would you choose?
To all my constant readers, I just wanted to let you know, that this is my last poem. I'm sure this poem explains why. Thank you all for the support. :)
Can anyone stop me from going insane?
Why am I living, is it even worth it?
I stare at my wrists, they’ve already been slit.
I’m on my knees with my head hung so low.
How much more can I take, anyone know?
A little more, I die each day.
Why am I starting to feel this way?
I’m crying all these crimson tears
And trying to hide from all my fears.
I don’t have a real way to let my emotions out
But there is one way my emotions seem to spout.
So here I go, pick up a pen to write
I feel my inner demon begin to ignite.
His smooth hand against my wet cheek
And under my hand my emotions leak.
I was holding all these emotions at bay
But now I’m saying what I was afraid to say.
My inner demon guides my hand
I can’t stop until I meet his demand.
Finally I fall into his sweet embrace
And I start to fall into dark space.
I relax and give my body up to him
If I fight, a chance to win is slim.
By this time, my demon is in control
He won’t stop until he’s reached his goal.
Finally my demon begins to recede
And I get a chance to finally read.
I read what my inner demon has wrought
My hand wrote this without any thought.
People ask where I get my inspirations
How do I come up with all my creations?
So deep, inspiring and full of emotion.
Does anyone have the slightest notion.
Of the pain I feel when I write?
Of the depression that I have to fight?
I have all these emotions locked in my chest
And you people still think that I‘m blessed
With the ability to write like I do
But, my god, if you only knew!
My ability to write is my curse
I wish all these feeling would just disperse.
Can’t you tell that I’m poetry’s slave!?
I’m already starting to dig my grave.
My inner demon only lets out a laugh
I think my mind is being split in half.
To write or not to write, I’m so confused.
Sane or insanity, which would you choose?
To all my constant readers, I just wanted to let you know, that this is my last poem. I'm sure this poem explains why. Thank you all for the support. :)