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how
How am I on earth
When it feels like hell
I feel dead
But I still have a pulse
How can I be fine
When im just a freak
How am I your friend
When we don’t talk
I sit in the dark with just my thoughts
Waiting for the pain to end
I need a bullet in my head
Maby then ill finally be dead
Can someone put me out of my pain
Because I’m all alone
Can some one take me out of this world
Because I cant die
I feel like a corps
Cold and still
With no soul
Just lying there
My heart is black as coal
Ripped and torn
Used and worn
But yet it wont give up
How is this earth
When it feels like hell
I just want to die
I have no soul to sell
When will I be able to say goodbye
Because I just want this to end
When will I be dead
Because im so fucked up in the head
When it feels like hell
I feel dead
But I still have a pulse
How can I be fine
When im just a freak
How am I your friend
When we don’t talk
I sit in the dark with just my thoughts
Waiting for the pain to end
I need a bullet in my head
Maby then ill finally be dead
Can someone put me out of my pain
Because I’m all alone
Can some one take me out of this world
Because I cant die
I feel like a corps
Cold and still
With no soul
Just lying there
My heart is black as coal
Ripped and torn
Used and worn
But yet it wont give up
How is this earth
When it feels like hell
I just want to die
I have no soul to sell
When will I be able to say goodbye
Because I just want this to end
When will I be dead
Because im so fucked up in the head
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