I woke up with this shit on my mind:
"I heading for an early grave
This I do not crave
But I must be brave
For I am heading for an early grave"
This darkness and sense of failure and life not letting up, has got a hell of a grip of me,
I realize that there are things I must come to terms with;
I am tired of these thoughts and these feelings I'm tired of people I'm tired of life;
"I'm heading for an early grave
This I do not crave
But I must brave
For I am heading for an early grave"
I can't keep going like this
No matter what I try
These demons won't let up
I feel like I am going insane
I feel like it's just best if I go away
Tired of this price I pay
One day I am going to let go of everything and everyone,
This life wasn't meant for me, I am the definition of a mistake which is a theme of my life,
So if I don't take me out then life will, it's breaking me down
Feels like it's not long til I am not around because
"I'm heading for an early grave
This I do not crave
But I must brave
For I am heading for an early grave"
An early grave
Heading towards the grave
locked in a grave
Cold in a grave
In the grave
A Grave
Grave...Grave...Grave...Grave...
I'm heading for an early grave
- Author: Wolf ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2023 00:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Troubles of life and of the world getting to one and making them believe the end is near.
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 2
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