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Living is my biggest fear And fear controls our lives So I would just be better off If I don't even try to survive Life is a mess that we can't clean up Or fire we can't put out So sit there and let the flames consume you Because no one cares if you scream or shout No one in the whole wide world Has your back except for you So protect yourself no matter what And do what you've got to do But me on the other hand Well I'm sick of trying Sick of all these tears And always god ****** crying Sick of people hugging me And telling me I must be strong Well sorry for the confusion And correct me if I'm wrong But you don't feel what I feel Or know the **** I know So back the hell away from me Because at pain I'm the pro When death comes after me I'll be there waiting With all my bags packed Because if living was a job Life would have given me the sack I'm not afraid of dying And I know I'll go in grace That's why I'll wait for my dying breath So I can leave this god awful place.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
Death
Living is my biggest fear And fear controls our lives So I would just be better off If I don't even try to survive Life is a mess that we can't clean up Or fire we can't put out So sit there and let the flames consume you Because no one cares if you scream or shout No one in the whole wide world Has your back except for you So protect yourself no matter what And do what you've got to do But me on the other hand Well I'm sick of trying Sick of all these tears And always god ****** crying Sick of people hugging me And telling me I must be strong Well sorry for the confusion And correct me if I'm wrong But you don't feel what I feel Or know the **** I know So back the hell away from me Because at pain I'm the pro When death comes after me I'll be there waiting With all my bags packed Because if living was a job Life would have given me the sack I'm not afraid of dying And I know I'll go in grace That's why I'll wait for my dying breath So I can leave this god awful place.
mollie-rose-downham
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
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