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)
- Published: August 6th, 2017 17:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
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