The Thing 'bout Heroes pt2

This personality..

It’s really bugging me..

Feels like there’s no escape from my own personal hell..

F**k it..

I like it here..

Makes me feel more alive than anything really..

And how should I be permitted to live..

When I’ve lost my will to fight?

I don’t get it..

F**k it..

I like it here..

I should be a castaway..

Alone on an island..

That’s how I like it..

But I need My Heroine as well..

I’d die without her.. 

It’s like looking out over a field..

Seeing the yellow field..

Looks like a f*****g battlefield to me..

But everything is a struggle to me..

Like if my life was a train..

I’d have the oldest and toughest war veteran as my conductor..

No s**t..

I’m so depraved..

All because of this f*****g head of mine..

You wouldn’t dream of how many times I’ve wanted to cut it off..

It’s like..

I’m all alone, unhappy, depressed, angst, sick, fucked up and scared..

All because of my head..

I know what I’ve been through and all..

But f**k that s**t..

I should be happy!

Like that’s a possibility..

I guess I have to live with the depression..

Living it without anti depressants..

They’d just control the tools of my system..

Never!

No one will ever control me..

Some may think that they do but no one does..

F**k them..

I don’t understand..

That’s like what I want to scream to the world..

Because I don’t understand this world..

I never will..

I can  promise you that..

Take it offensive if you may..

But everyone must be f*****g stupid..

Following their god damn socialistic realization of the American dream..

Just all over the f*****g world..

Just because they want to get a nice grave and decay in peace..

It’s so f*****g grim when these idiots walks up to me and starts blabbering on and on about some fake news developed to make idiots like them controllable..

But they won’t get to me..

The thing in Egypt is fair and square..

But who could ever say that they were interested in the world when they only see two f*****g minutes of it each night on the news..

They don’t even care at all..

It’s like they don’t even want to be soldiers..

Neither do I but I have my reasons..

It’s so intoxicating to see..

Blood flying as bullets are fired..

I..

Could..

Never..

That’s sick..

And I’d probably get killed..

Because I don’t have any air at all..

And my nerves are fucked up..

After Lifeless Years..

I love you..

My Fallen Heroine..

You’re mine forever..

I hope you know that I’ll never leave..

And I hope that you’ll never leave..

That’s just the thing ’bout heroes..

We f**k up one to many times..

I’m so sorry..

And it’s A Fallen Hero to you..

Best Regards

A Fallen Hero 

 

Author's Note

Honest Opinion

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong poem with desire and need of another. No better type of poetry. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[A Risen Heroine.]

I really like this.
you did a great job.
I promise you, I'll never leave you.

~A Fallen Heroine~

[emily cheyenne]

i really like it. i think its really good!!!! it tells me so much about your feelings when you rote it! great job, your a hole lot better than i am!!!