Tilting On The Edge - Poem by Salvador Bee
Im always think about my life,
What if I did this would I be right?
Why was I so distracted from light?
pushed to darkness without a struggle or fight.
Sometimes I don't know why things happen the way they did
I often think what if they didn't?
Who would I be?
Sometime when I look in the mirror I don't know who I see
or if that's even me
I had so much potential now I can barely breathe
I feel like I'm in the middle of the ocean with nothing but me and the waves are getting bigger splashing down to make me sink.
pushing me underneath.
taking me deep.
showing it has the power to end me if need be.
but it wont kill me, just torturing.
keeping me alive to indulge in suffering. wanting really nothing
but taking it all,
lord please tell me where did I fall?
The devil really must of feared what I'd become
so he must of started on me from young. Learned all the things I liked, yeah he tricked me with some.
How could I be so foolish?
when always knowing what the truth is,
I chose a darker path blinded in the movement.
always wanted to be ruthless.
tried to fill shoe prints but tell me what is it im doing?
cause I dont really know.
Tell me lord, do I still have my soul?
Or did the darkness swallow it whole?
Why am I now all alone?
Tell me please Where did we go?
Im constantly reminded of the failure that I know.
I let you all down,
I thought I was strong enough to hold ground.
I thought I had control and wont fall, how?
But I know better now.
I was used to be broken down.
Destroyed by my own choices
I know no one else can hear the voices
Or feel the evocation
But I bet you can notice the situation.
I didn't see it but their has been many changes.
Less and less smiley faces and patience.
I really forgot how to be gracious.
I think it happen when this pain came in.
No longer trusting or wanting to make friends.
Paranoid, keeping plots behind the grin
Thinking I was really focused
But really lost of all sources
Toward death pushing forward.
Tell me when will the tower tilt,
This building needs to be destroyed and rebuilt.
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings, question, questions, self, self discovery
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