Poetic High Poem by Tenebro Angelus

Sweet mercy, sweet love, why am I forsaken
Why do I feel that my heart is literally breaking
I try to think but my thoughts are of you
I know where to go, don't know what to do

I know you can't hear my hollowed out thoughts
Or see the tears that I've long since fought
I always knew this day would come
So why do I feel so f**king dumb

These poems I write are just a temporary high
A small fix to the pain that makes me want to die
But fret not, for my life won't end by my hand
I'm just ready for the day when I can stand again

These words are useless for you'll never see
The pain I write in such awful agony
I'm thankful you can't read these depressing lines
Words that torture my heart, my soul, my mind