November 8, 2015

i don't know what i'm doing here

everything is such a lie

i don't want to live anymore

but yet don't want to die

everyone says they see such gold

but the real side no one sees

the wings now caked in dirt and black

the taunters now a part of me

just like a doll, broken and scorned

a mask now covers the face

a feeble attempt to hide the cracks

so what was once loved won't be replaced

a little monster, like a seed

settled deep and sprung

unknowingly nurtured into rope

and from there, myself hung