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by A Phine To Sour Skittles
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I'm hurting myself,
Before I have a chance to heal
I've pushed people away,
Before I could tell if they were real
I'm slipping from my own sanity
Falling as an antonym of vanity
I've lost the mind,
The one I filled with profanity
Where I've left behind reality
And lost imagination
I'm falling,
Before I have a chance to rise
I've screamed at reflections,
I wish told lies
I'm breaking my own heart,
Throbbing in it's own confusion
I've ripped the pieces,
The ones that were never tightly held
Where they've led the path to my demise,
And combined into the person I despise
They've formed a being, evil incarnation
They've erased a past from it's creation
I'm speaking silence,
Intaking violence
Forgotten self-defense,
Before I could even make sense
What have I done?


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