It's hard, it's pain
Endless suffering of rain.
Nails are forced to be bit,
The blood I spit.
Like a hammer struck on my mouth,
The less drama I speak.
The spine that held me up,
Became thorns that erupt.
Only drips of intoxication,
That made me cut deep due to corruption.
Is this my only lesson?
Ghouls that made me deaf,
Friends that the only option to be left.
Am I weird? Am I acceptable?
The expectations that I am not even viable.
Words that made me vulnerable.
I never felt home,
To myself I loathe.
Things that I hid from the eyes,
Is never accepted but called lies.
Death is my only matter to discuss,
I fell in love to things they are in disgust.
I fell in love with death
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
It's hard, it's pain
Endless suffering of rain.
Nails are forced to be bit,
The blood I spit.
Like a hammer struck on my mouth,
The less drama I speak.
The spine that held me up,
Became thorns that erupt.
Only drips of intoxication,
That made me cut deep due to corruption.
Is this my only lesson?
Ghouls that made me deaf,
Friends that the only option to be left.
Am I weird? Am I acceptable?
The expectations that I am not even viable.
Words that made me vulnerable.
I never felt home,
To myself I loathe.
Things that I hid from the eyes,
Is never accepted but called lies.
Death is my only matter to discuss,
I fell in love to things they are in disgust.
I fell in love with death
My perspective in life became too vague and dark, yet finally realizing it's also the truth.