Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
Found my favorite razor just the other day
I have a feeling it will soon come into play
As anxiety, agony, and depression on me heavily weigh

I have a wicked mind with ugly thoughts
Belive me when I say, I know the cost
But I keep thinking of all I lost

Happiness and beauty, was replaced with treachery and scars
All that I have lived through has left me marred
Now I am nothing more than flaws

So again I'll ride the crimson tide
Cut it all out nothing left to hide
I'll let it flow, enjoy the ride

I'm sinking fast, no hand to hold
Isn't that always how the story goes
Getting knocked down, blow after blow

No need to get up this time I see
Life's agony wont let me be
So I'm just gonna lay there and bleed

Till there is nothing left
Let my soul be swept
Into the great unknown, death I totally accept
Pauline Morris
Written by
Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
319
     JC, ---, Puds, --- and Rapunzoll
Please log in to view and add comments on poems