Misery

This is a really deep poem, not too graphic, but if you get squeamish super easy, don't read.

Nails painted black for misery
But remember it always loves company
Fight for Life has never been friendly
Fight to Death is always going to be bloody
And muddy
From rolling around
Screaming, but not making a sound
Acting a fool and acting a clown
To hide these mascara tears running down
Your face covered with bruises
Back riddled stab wounds and gunshots
Light fading
Eternal shutdown starting
.....5
....4
...3
..2
.1
Do You want to reboot
Y/N
Misery loves company and ignorance is bliss
But we don't have time to underestimate ourselves
Take the leashes off and climb to the top
Never stop
Never doubt
Remain clear
Remain here
Nails painted white for redemption

Author's Note

The photo is courtesy of emo_witchy_girl on photobucket. If you llike this one, check her out. Also, if you want to borrow or use this poem, I ask that you ask me first and tell me what you plan to do with it. Thanks.