Buried amongst the Flames


My Life is not my own

As I hang from this tree

Lifelessly slumbering

For all eyes to see

For all mouths to speak horrible truths

And for all to judge with no knowledge of me


My Life does not end with sadness

But of gossip

And horrible speech

leaving my soul broken

weighted down by words

By lies that others spit out dirty mouths


I only wish to rest in peace

No longer feel the pain which brought me here

So many lost 

So many left and went away

Ripping my hear out of its cage

leaving me worthless

And so afraid.


Life no longer fills these lungs 

But does not mean I am invincible to pain

My reputation

the words in which they say

Burn me like branding irons

Stabs me like sharp blades


I only wished to runaway

No longer face another day

But I am reminded by those I loved

And by family who disowned me

When I needed them the most


Yes, I fall upon this blade

Because life was no longer fun

No longer loving 

Always being afraid

Always feeling numb 

When lost within my mind


I am sorry if I hurt you

I am sorry you have my name upon your tongue

leave me worthless

leave me forgotten amongst your thoughts

I only ask to no longer be remembered

or spit upon from your mouth



  • Author: jdblake (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2017 17:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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