bearly breathing

this day i breathe

theres hope for another

the fire speaks

your going under

and so does the bottle

not to mention the razor

i spent the day dreaming

of ways to save her

but i cant save myself

no....i cant save myself

and the fools still sing

along with there puppets

"your a worthless nobody

and we love it"

now were are the roses

why dont they sing!

the suppressed emotions are consuming me

along with the bottles along with the razors

a worthless mass?

ive be told this for ages

i was wrong

this day i breathe tommrow

ill be drowning.

Reviews

[Sahara M.]

Why is your poetry so friggin awesome?