I am trapped by my body
Restricted by my skin
You told me not to worry
In this body I don't fit in
I am stuck inside my thoughts
It gets worse day by day
You told me to call all the shots
But I am molded out of clay
Enlisted in you army
Like I don't even exist
You try your best to calm me
But I still persist
I will not let you trap me
I will not enlist
One day you will regret the day
That you let me do this
In my hand there are some pills
I sob as I down 20
I lay down on my bathroom floor
When I close my eyes it stops

Funeral of my dreams
Enlightened by your presence
I, a living ghost, proudly announce
The DEATH of my DEATH.

So easy is
to say sorry
than
to feel sorry

i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.