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I Wish Mike Tyson Would Body Hook Me
Torn apart
Lacking heart
It eats away
I haven't been eating
It's consuming
I've been drinking
And missed the golden elixer
Destroyer/Fixer
Unaligned
Squabbled time
All alone
Silent groan
I've been trying so hard not to self deprecate
I've been struggling so hard to realize I'm great
Here's a boast
Better than most
Then i frown
Drown it down
I knuckle my ribs
Scratch the scab
It's not that bad
.... it's bad
Heavy mind
Too much time
In the day
Fade away
And I'm trying so hard to get over this feeling
But it's stuck
Too revealing
Piece of shit
Once again
I try to grow
Cold
Accept the fate
Too much to say
Silence
Internal violence
I want to fight
Just to get hit
Walking past strangers
He looks big
"Fuck you bitch"
He doesn't jump
And now i feel like an asshole
Enough's enough
I'm literally losing my mind
Trying to check in
But what then?
Just biding my time
Wrecked within
Remember when?
At it again
Fake the grin
All alone
No one knows
In the end
Not one friend
What is wrong?
Me
Reaching out
To find distance for the jab
And then my hook lands clean
Uppercutted
Gutted
And i don't know what to do
Bleeding through
Nothing to lose
And i haven't got a clue
Lacking heart
It eats away
I haven't been eating
It's consuming
I've been drinking
And missed the golden elixer
Destroyer/Fixer
Unaligned
Squabbled time
All alone
Silent groan
I've been trying so hard not to self deprecate
I've been struggling so hard to realize I'm great
Here's a boast
Better than most
Then i frown
Drown it down
I knuckle my ribs
Scratch the scab
It's not that bad
.... it's bad
Heavy mind
Too much time
In the day
Fade away
And I'm trying so hard to get over this feeling
But it's stuck
Too revealing
Piece of shit
Once again
I try to grow
Cold
Accept the fate
Too much to say
Silence
Internal violence
I want to fight
Just to get hit
Walking past strangers
He looks big
"Fuck you bitch"
He doesn't jump
And now i feel like an asshole
Enough's enough
I'm literally losing my mind
Trying to check in
But what then?
Just biding my time
Wrecked within
Remember when?
At it again
Fake the grin
All alone
No one knows
In the end
Not one friend
What is wrong?
Me
Reaching out
To find distance for the jab
And then my hook lands clean
Uppercutted
Gutted
And i don't know what to do
Bleeding through
Nothing to lose
And i haven't got a clue
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