Deadly Dwelling

You know what? It's fine.

That i yern for you to be mine,

that fear is excruciating in side,

that most time's theirs no where to hide,

that people judge me say i'm bad,

how easily my boiling temper is mad,

how my parents and i arn't best mates,

how my heart throbs at pounding rates,

how i'm destroying my health everyday,

but my messed up mind is here to stay,

i won't get better so why not do more,

to frazzle my insides and pickle galore,

no medicine will work on me,

but most stupid people still can't see,

who cares? because i'm fine,

that no one can pick up my desperate signs,

"help me help me i'm already dead"

another of the useless things i could of said,

the blood did drip in shining scarlet,

and thoughts clouded in blackened soot,

my friends slowly turn against me one by one,

and i can no longer see the sun,

but what breaks us only makes us stronger,

so i will battle on for longer and longer,

although i'm not sure if i can be ripped anymore,

surely i'm starting to float a shore?

there's no point dwelling on whats been and gone,

or your never move on and rot for too long,

so MAN UP my dear poor readers so lovely,

'cos nothing aint ever gonna be pretty n dovely,

get on with it and it becomes beautiful so,

persevere through the highs and fucking low,

cos dwelling is a deadly poison so strong,

self pity is soul crushing and wrong,

love what you got it aint so bad,

and maybe your head will tell say you aint that sad.

:D