Emotionally I’m drained
As I sat,crying in the rain
I don’t know what to say or do
Hurting myself isn’t anything new
You broke off ties
With you,everything was just a lie
I was on my knees,begging for another chance
Pride and ego pushed aside
My heart still yearns for you
Despite all the…
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It’s hard to breathe,
barely suffocating,
so intoxicating.
Just not the same,
yet so little time,
so much to do,
yet I’m thinking of silly rhymes.
Don’t know why,
but I’m feeling down.
Yes, low.
Frown.
No idea at all.
On the verge of tears? Perhaps.
But I’m not crying.
Not at all.
Sighing.
Its an unexpected call.
A lot is on my mind.
It’s numb; lazy.
Afraid.
But what do I do?
They’re all in my head.
I feel bad.
Like something is bad.
Tons of paths I could take though,
but no doubt I’ll be sad.
No, I don’t know if I’ll revert back to that.
Just like a distressed little brat,
Cold, alone, despondent little melancholic.
or just like that drunk alcoholic.
Scars after scars staring at stupid stars.
I’m trapped in a jar.
I’ll drown.
Eventually.
-Non fiction.-
©Twenty Rhymes.
Rain, rain go away.
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart.
Leave me here. Tear it apart!
Scalding tears stream down my face,
yet my heart beats at a steady pace.
As I try to stand once again,
alone; Standing in the rain.
I don’t need you anymore,
that’s what I thought while the rain started to pour.
I love you like I hate my life,
but love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death; And death is you.
Like the pained stains of a black tattoo.
Those memories, they come back again.
And bind me- in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head,
Like a long, silk ribbon tied by a thread.
To a platinum bullet right in my skull.
Now just a memory, that’s faded.
And dull.
-Extract from 2009; 14 years old.
During the times I’m at my lowest-
© Twenty Rhymes.