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Feb 2013
Who am I?
I walk alone,
Thoughts of suicide,
Me all on my own...

Who are you?
You'd like to know me?
I'm not too sure,
To become friends I see...

Hello my friend,
What to do?
Adventure around the bend,
You and me, me and you.

My friends they grew,
Can't even count them,
Excited for the new,
Me on top of my friend mountain.

Who are these people?
Think they know me,
Where did my friend go?
Blinded and cannot see...

These people seem to mock me,
Everything is fun,
Invite me to parties,
But I only want one...

Where did my friend go,
I seem to miss her,
Where she is I do not know,
Why do I wanna kiss her?

I miss her so dearly,
Fame it took me,
It hurts my heart really,
The game it played me...

My fame is killing me,
My heart is torn in half,
My heart crushed in the deep,
My love is holding someone's hand...

I call her up one night,
And sob into the phone,
What nearly became a fight,
I ask, "will you be my own?"

The day after she looks into my eyes,
I grab her hand,
The tears of hurt crawl from inside,
She creates a bond?

She hugs me tight,
I sigh in soul-less remain,
Have I won this fight?
She calmly strokes away the pain...

What fame has done to me,
What fame made me see,
What fame put me through,
This ******* fame took me away from you.
This poem... True story bro.

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Aikin The Deadman
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