Pain takes nice people
And turns them to evil things
Words of terror bring them down
Down to the end of their beings.
Pain has changed me
To this morbid person
I cant write of love
I have no reason
I try and try
With no success
No matter what i try to write
It just ends in a mess
Pieces of poems
No one understands
These words i speak
I form with my hands
These words i write
Are filled with demons from my head
I can no longer love
My heart is officially dead
Hung up on your tree
Your tree of love
Hung from a noose
A rope from above
You are on my mind
And in my head
I should be happy
I should be dead
Why am i like this
Only bad thoughts
Why am i like this
Head is always hot
Can never be happy
It always turns bad
For real or in my head
I am always sad
Trapped in my heads prison
Can never seem to escape
Chained down from being happy
My life is one big mistake
No one can ever love me
And the demons in my head
Sometimes i wonder
If id be better off dead