I had to grow up so fast I'm probably older than my daddy now
Wow
The sweetest sacrifice, I know my future is doomed
I've been kind hearted I'm probably dying soon
They say good die young I'm the nicest in the throng
I'm addicted to quick head rushes and sitting alone in the dark room
Freshly cleaved flesh but you can never see the wound
The beautiful abstract thoughts that would take you to the moon
These are not the same wild thoughts to put you in the mood
These are for the miserable past, critical pages, pitiful pace
No matter how much love I get, my own heart I break, I no longer wanna see my face
My demons said they're waiting for me, so in a daylight I dress and the bright smiles I fake
When the sun goes down, I'm back to my favorite place eating whatever I can take
In the dark room I lay, the sad music I play as I bravely listen to my eyes burble like a lake
Tomorrow I have to do it all over again, so my body in pain I sway as it quietly numbs to sleep my brain stays awake
I hate love, sweet suicidal thoughts I hope you can not relate
Every night I pray to azrael my soul to take
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A good start, IB9. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks