"reast" poems
She sits all alone with a sad sense of hope
she stares at the scars on her tormented soul
tear drops of rain roll down the window
she can't help but see the beauty in her own misery.
Silently she screams outloud in the night
nobody can hear her, cause nobody is there.
She reaches for somebody to save her from drowning in pools of empty. She runs past the circle of brilliance fair.
She falls down the stairs of misinterpreted souls.
Blinking away the life she thought she had.
She snaps on the binding fears of the night and wears them as clothing for the reast of her life.
She should have chosen tomorrow, cause yesterday is gone
now she can't choose today cause the night took her life
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
This nauseating feeling that I have just won't seem to go away. Every night I reast my eyes hoping its gone by day. I'm losing hope, i'm lacking faith. This feeling likes to haunt me. It can't help but taunt me. So i'll stick my finger down my throat and it will let me be
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC