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Sep 2019
I, woke up and I notice
That my eyes were pealed just right,
I noticed, that the sun was still bright
And I noticed, that it’s still night.

I continued down the stairs to fix my hair,
I SAT IN MY CHAIR! Sorry,
Are the rhymes coming too quickly to our minds?
Oh dear, I did it again and I’m starting to grin
IM SORRY!... Okay so,

This is no “Dr. Sues”
I have started to carry a noose
Is my mind too bland to come up
With a mand-atory way to say
That I am just not okay.
Sincerely, H

So, let’s get this straight
I know that you know that I hate
Who I am, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again,
I’m refusing to hear everything that I see
I know I shouldn’t but I feel free, let’s begin.
I’m bleeding from my mind and my eyes, I have to grind
The time and make everything right but in fact,

I’ve ruined my sight, the light is leaving, my mind is screaming,
That time is grieving, I’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.

So, a day to me is not a day to you, the clip of a pen has run me through and through.
So, a clip of a pen to me is not a clip of pen to you.
Sincerely, 8

These lyrics, they probably blew right over your head,
These lyrics make me remember when I wished to feel the lead,
I wish there was a way for me to say, “maybe instead…”
I can feel the metal
This song is senta-mental
Did you catch it? “mental”
My head has just been bent a little,
Why can’t my feels find a place to settle?
I have too much to express to sing
So I’ll bring it into this format of rap
I feel like my lyrics are useless crap
But in fact they uplift my mind, depression can be upbeat
It’s just a matter of will you change the way you sing and move your feet
Will you take the leap?!

So, get the heck on the stage!
And get out of the crowd!
Don’t be the one to say I wish!
Be the one that makes others Proud!
I’m not mad, I’m just passionate
That we are always pass’n it

I’ve ruined my sight, the light is leaving, my mind is screaming,
That time is grieving, I’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.

We have all questioned our reason to breath
But can we all please just stop and cleave
I don’t know if it makes me weak but I don’t wanna leave,
Not yet, my time has been set, and it’s not up to me to make that bet.
Not a bet of money but a bet of heart beats, our heart beats better,
When we take the time to talk about or tattered tears,
That drip down the dotted lines designed for our face,
I know I’m asking for a big change of pace, but we need it
Cuz we keep tripping over our metaphorical shoe lace
Take your time it’s not a race.

I’m sorry to end on a low note
But I’m feeling a clenched throat
And if you feel what I feel don’t take the time to gloat
Because,

We’ve ruined our sight, the light is leaving, our minds are screaming,
That time is grieving, we’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.
This song I have only ever read three time and the third time was two days ago. This song has some of my deepest metaphors. One of my biggest metaphors is bleeding through our eye, it referring to what we allow ourselves to see will bleed through the way we compose ourselves and the way we present ourselves. The metaphor that talks about bleeding through our mind is basically the same as bleeding through our eye, what we allow ourselves to focus on (depression, suicidal thoughts, self hate) if we allow ourselves to focus on that we will show it.
Written by
Camden Crouch  18/M/Indiana
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