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May 2014
I'm now heading into this darkness,
Alone yet again,
No one around to walk with me,
No family or friends,
And it would be a perfectly acceptable night for my life to end.
I'll show them whose tough,
With this winning smile; I'm fully **** out of luck,
And in this haze, I am stuck.
Pain inflicted, ***** induced manic takes control,
A feeling I wouldnt wish on any godforsaken soul.
Drunk on this pain,
Everything I do; always in vain,
More nightmares,
And countless scars do I gain.
These demons never loosen their control,
On my body, my heart, does it take its toll.
Another sip I take,
As I sit here wrecked;
I'm only begining to break,
Nothing more left at stake,
No more smiles can I fake,
But theres worst mistakes I could make,
But no better day I could chose not to wake.
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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