Come Play
Contributed by
Kat
on
Saturday, 3rd August 2002 @ 02:41:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Everything seemed so clear, wading through hate, ignoring fear.
Stabbing into my starlite dreams, ripping at my hopes from the seams, destined for a life alone.
No soft shoulder to call my home, still born into this cruel-ass world.
What is all this suffering for?
Alone, lost, and drowning.
I'M LOST IN MY OWN HEAD!
Walking without a sound, I'm crying for help.
I can't see a point to fighting anymore.
I don't know how to lie there and be your whore.
I'm alone, I'm falling, I'll smoke it all away and hope dying is just a game to play.
I'll be here, in my hole, if you think you need.
I'll die here, in my hole, but it won't make me bleed.
There's some things that you can only hope to see, until, you let go, and just come play with me.
All my friends, all my blood, have tired to help me through.
But, how can they, when I don't know how to?
Can I cope, or will my rope snap and leave me hangin?
Do I know, I don't know, why is this headache bangin??
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Kat
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2002-08-03 14:41:31] (Date/Time posted on
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