I am leaking emotions from my pores
Till there's nothing left to leak anymore
Been too much now I cannot even cry
Though I try, I try, I try
But there are no tears in my eyes
Should I go crazy and scream at the skies?
But that would be stupid so scratch that thought
I think I'll make do with what I have got
Some thoughts
A bottle of pills
A rope
A blade
And the mess of life that I have made
Will I walk the sinner's walk
If I keep talking this loser talk
I leak more emotions walking into the glades
I walk with thorns kissing my face
I used to think I need my space
But now I need someone to invade it.
Shit.
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Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.
right poem for the right moment...
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Aahh..very very fubar this poem is. Love the imagery. You've got a thing for it.
ReplyDeleteReminded me of another one....because of same raw pain.
ReplyDeleteWould you be there for me?
Stay here right by my side.
Be my shoulder to lean on,
When screams need to be cried.
Would you be my voice?
The support I need.
When all seems lost,
My one and only lead.
Would you be my truth?
When it's so hard to see.
Carry me on
Set me free.
Would you be my light?
When all seems dark
Could you be there,
Be that little spark.
If so...
Could you cry for me?
Drown out all my fears,
I have nothing left.
Could you be my tears?