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Twenty I never thought a number would throw me into a rollercoaster of emotions Twenty Was my age when life gives me flying kisses of ruination All the feelings that I kept in the back of my heart Provoked by a number Twenty Was the day I witnessed my own death In front of the mirror I keep convincing myself that it is all fine Its alright Twenty As I swallow the pill that my shadow gave me I choked I laughed I tasted my own tears "bittersweet" I told myself only the hands of despair is there to help I touched it's cold palms And left my soul frozen and somber My feet can no longer feel and wander Twenty Please tell me How to stop a number How can it be a dagger How can twenty be a melancholy's epitome
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
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Twenty I never thought a number would throw me into a rollercoaster of emotions Twenty Was my age when life gives me flying kisses of ruination All the feelings that I kept in the back of my heart Provoked by a number Twenty Was the day I witnessed my own death In front of the mirror I keep convincing myself that it is all fine Its alright Twenty As I swallow the pill that my shadow gave me I choked I laughed I tasted my own tears "bittersweet" I told myself only the hands of despair is there to help I touched it's cold palms And left my soul frozen and somber My feet can no longer feel and wander Twenty Please tell me How to stop a number How can it be a dagger How can twenty be a melancholy's epitome
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
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