"scorfield" poems
Suicide
Hey don’t be weak do it ,
My thoughts hurt me sharper than
The distance between me and her
I got over her but forget to forget her
It digs deeper than a borehole driller
I cried in the mirror as I
Pinched my ****** skin to feel alive
Once again the first enemy on my list
Came closer,my thoughts
Slash that blade across your wrists
I thought
Have never loved so hard
Never did I know love can be a twisted
Destiny
The pain inside of me made me loose my mind
How can something so free something so gentle turn this venomous
I over dosed on pills ,and any other sort of ecstasy stimulants to make me feel some kind of way
My mind was jailed
This was one hell of a prison that even Michael scorfield couldn’t break me out of
I hated my life period
But I hated it more that she was gone
Tears would always stream down my cheeks
My emotional cuts got deeper and deeper
But I asked myself if I died today would she remember me tomorrow ?
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC