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)
- Published: October 13th, 2017 23:39
- Category: Unclassified
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