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 Sep 2016 a m a n d a
Mozalios
Awake and sick
Spent the night dreaming I was
Falling in a bottomless pit
Taking a hit to regroup
Coming back to reality
To pretend I'm not hollow within
The image others perceive
Is a projection of what I want them to believe
So I can continue containing this madness
That turns me to a freak of disbelief
That you upped and walked off
With little care of the well being of me
I can't live a day without the thought
Of giving all this up
So I mask my sadness behind
Sniffs of hollywood lines
 Sep 2016 a m a n d a
Mozalios
The worst feeling
Is needing someone to talk to and
Admitting to yourself
That you've got a problem
Thinking it'll be alright,  you got this
You fight a constant urge
A temptation with no limit
When you feel ready to break
And you're not sure what route to take
Thinking about who you know
And won't judge you
What will you do
When you're alone taking the blame of the world
Isolated and alone
You bid your far Wells
Telling everyone
This is the end

So long and goodnight
*disclaimer.  I do not currently feel this way.  There is no need to worry for my well being.  But I thank you.
This is only a poem taken from my poetry book "The Dark Poetic March"
 Sep 2016 a m a n d a
Mozalios
In the land of the forgotten they call me
Death.
 Sep 2016 a m a n d a
NV
BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IN LIFE,
I HAVE WOKEN UP,
AND SOMEBODY WASN'T THERE.
SO MUCH SO,
THAT EVENTUALLY I STOPPED WANTING TO WAKE UP AT ALL.
SO YES,
YES I'M STILL AFRAID TO FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT,
AND I'M AFRAID TO LOVE,
ESPECIALLY TO LOVE.
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