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Lost somewhere between who I was & who want to be,
I look around only to find that so far, all of my efforts have been in vain.
I’m consumed by the truth & used by the lies.
Beaten & bruised, foolishly swimming in the ooze of my pain.
I turn towards the mirror and stare at my scars,
Appalled by the stains left from shame & disdain.
I hate the way I’m caged in this skin,
Flames raging, trying to break away from the hate that’s within.
But I can’t, I’m seemingly stuck in a rut, feeling the drugs in my lungs,
Hugging the floor tightly, nightly for it’s all that remains beside me.
Sitting, screaming “take me away, please take me away”;
But I’m cold and alone, stoned off the lonesome of my throne.
I bid you adieu,
Friday Nov 11 @ 12:11am
tagged as: writing. written. poetry. poem.
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