one day

My eyes are sore

As tears poured through

My pillow soaked

With tears that flew

 

Fell asleep at three

Awoke at five without a peace-

Of mind, choking on the truth freely

 

Holding on a string for my life

With a knife past my throat

Can’t catch my breath

As I swing beneath the tree

 

I’m taking out my anger

Taking it with this dagger

Holding apart from the truth

For it’s far to cruel

Reviews

[Blood_knight3000]

Wow. very deep. interesting use of words by the way, good job.

[Tasha]

Wow this was really good and so emotional. I enjoyed reading it.