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When everything inside breaks and
You can't even fix it.
The air is thin,
There's so many miles
Behind me. I barely feel
A smile inside me.
Why can't I be driving south?
I want to open this door so I
Just fall out.
But when you packed my car,
You went in the back and
Buckled up your heart.
Do you want me to drive away
With it? Now I understand why God
Died. The Demon's
Waiting on your porch.
Go ahead and light a make shift
Torch. When I left
He went in your room and
Stayed there for the night.
I felt chills in my bones,
The breath I saw is
Not mine. My skin wasn't
Made to play these games.
I saw them, torch in hand.
They laid out what they had
Planed. They can take my life,
Just not yours. The air is thin,
The jar you gave me a jar
With your hear in it. Do you
Want me to take it?
Well, now I know why God died.
Inspired by: A Car, A Torch, A Death by Twenty One Pilots
Hopefully not too plagiarized.
Why am I so sad? What did I
Do to deserve this? Am I a *****?
Am I really what they say I am?
I want to know how they're
Able to do this without any regret
I was buried in this dirt,
Leaving you behind.
Sad, torn, and begging
For me to come back
Into your arms.
I see you visiting my grave,
Your sisters too.
Everything is hitting you
Like a ******* hurricane.
My son, I have lived my life, and
I'm speaking to you beyond
The grave.
You will see my old face again
When you pass through this
Black hole that is nothing.
But my love, I'm
Not hurting anymore. There's so
Much I want you to see before you
Come watch next to me.
Watch everyone you love,
And that have loved you.
Watch your grandbabies and
Great grandbabies grow
As I am now.
I love you my sweet son,
My strong, strong son.
I'm sorry I let you down but
I hurt for much too long.
There's a place for you next
To me that will always be open.
Come sit and watch, then,
Only then, will you see.
The doubt that's in my soul
Is eating me alive.
It's like a bug that
Just won't leave.
It's ****.
As I stand on this highway,
Thinking about the things you did.
The fact that you threw me away,
Makes me wonder. Do I have to bid?
It makes me feel like I'm just a toy.
That's worthless, a piece of trash.
This was all a part of the ploy,
A ploy to make me crash.
I'm so alone,
With the smell of your cologne.
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