spinning falling
sitting calling
out to you
how did I know
what you would do?
I don't deserve one thing
that you have to bring
you're laughing living
I've given up giving
running flying
while I'm curling up dying
now you don't call
you don't come around
you had to live your own life
and leave me hellbound
and all the love
that I gave to you
has all gone to waste
I try to forget you
but I can't kill the taste
I'm cutting again
I'm cutting again
it's started again
I need this to end
but I don't have the guts
to cut it that deep
so I'll wish I was dead
and drift off to sleep ...
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2026 00:06
- Category: Love
- Views: 1
- In collections: Solitary Of The Elixir, The Blackhole Disease.

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