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Jan 2019
I just pretend too much...
I’ve never felt proud of who I am
This undeniable fact is haunting me
And sooner or later it will take me to the grave
Instead of joy I feel pain
Surely one day, these feelings will force me to fade
Among the dead my heart remains
The sins of my life will take revenge
This amount of contempt will be spread
Because my love is poisonous
It’s a hammer destroying the walls
An arrow straight to your head
What could I possibly say?
I’m so lost in this infinite way
Written by
Mayte  16/F
(16/F)   
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   eileen
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