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Apr 2012
My trust must be a little rusty
because I can't hear truth when I hear the words
trust me
lies like paper cuts **** up my memories
that still bleed when I feel
I'm still bleeding cause hearts don't heal
scars never forget and I never forget what I feel
I wouldn't say I'm jaded
but fake kisses taste just the same
so I'm just cautious
with where I get on and get off this
it's a long way down if you look
but if you don't you're blind and naive

so what the **** does that leave to believe

this world takes strength to endure
nothings ever forever and nothings for sure
so take it all with a grain of salt
and try not to choke on what you swallow
if today is ****
don't rest there's more **** tomorrow
and this ride doesn't end
so stop looking for an ending
this rip tide is for real
so stop reaching for and depending
on anyone who says trust me
cause it's just you in the end

and what the **** does that leave to believe in

so say a little prayer that the truths you believe
are really reality
and pray once more for me that this life
doesn't **** the rest of the belief out of me
because my soul is on fire with doubt
I am down in the ****
and I can't see my way out
because I am blind and naive

so what the **** does that leave for me to believe
Brandon Barnett
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Brandon Barnett  Lake Ozark, Missouri
(Lake Ozark, Missouri)   
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