"mealt" poems
Freedom fighter
Redeemed writer
Aspire higher
Hearts on fire
Projected liars
Truth seekers
Worn sneakers
Follow me
Then you'll see
Hope
Fully.
But maybe not
Perspective is all we got
And in here its hot
Well not mealt
Smealt.
Refined
And pure
Against the Quos' allure
But affected nonetheless
Tho seemingly meaningless
I breathe in stress
And exhale aggressiveness
Caress the best
And then I extol the rest
I implore to the chest
Strap on your kevlar vest
Laid many friends to rest
Is this just a ****** test?
Is my servitude effortless?
must be even less.
To fight for more.
This is the plight of war.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Sometimes I want to die
Not sher why I even try
As I cut my wrist
What is I went to deep
Would I even be missed
No one even cares
As my skin tares
The blood rushes out
As I shout
I'm done
Take me
And when they find me
And they see
That I have done this to myself
They will find my last notes to them
On a shelf
And when they see the pain I felt
There hearts will mealt
But it's to late
I'm gone
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC