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Mar 2017
Sometimes i don't belong in my skin
depression would have me aching while i held it within ;  
While wishing he had somebody
somebody who could destroy this
He let his sadness take over like how devils posses..

I really do belong in my skin
love would have me cursing at the heavens above
Many would **** their brother
like abel and cain ;
He'd show love to one another
the sisters the sons and mothers
Only way of escaping inescapable pain..

I wish i could belong in my skin
body cold like heavy snow all-though he's warmer within ;
While wishing he had somebody
somebody who he could cuddle
Somebody who'd help rebuttal devils talking to him;
he gave up.
Mark The Vagabond
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