Who Am I


Death could not come sooner

As all laughs sound like screams

And all words feel like knives

cutting flesh and bone

And even soul


My breathe feels like blood filling the lungs

Slowly and painfully killing me

Someone end this misery 

break this trend of pain

I do not care for time

For it goes on too long


Break bone 

Break skin upon rock

And spill my name all over this place 

To only be forgotten

And not care 

For my name is nothing but pain to my ear



I hear my father scream my name

Like bloody hell

Cursing me to hell

Spitting upon my face

And telling me I am lame

an idiot that no real man would claim


let it be known

I breath the same as him

I speak as though I am human

But I never could be good enough

I never could be born sane


  • Author: jdblake (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2017 23:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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