Emotions, a started chainsaw For this life There is no exit door This shadowed darkness I still feel deeply raw They all think that I’m flawed Aren’t we all Down to our perfect core Going to war Fighting with loved ones To settle a score It makes me really sore For what, Maybe it’s because we are bored..
With our lives This life’s not divine My pen leaks the tears of the world I see it cry The tears flowing from this pen Again Is me releasing my frustration So I learn to stop hating ….everything
Poetry is an outlet....it's the tears the joy the experience of artists inked thoughts