Bad DreamA Poem by Loves Last Hope
i need to sit i need to think
when im depressed i need a drink i sit alone in this darkness you think id ask for Gods forgiveness not a chance i am what i am no neew to weep you think im so happy but im the wolf in the body of a sheep make my demon come out and you'll know the real me a cut on the wrist how bloody it could be it feels so war, funning down my finger tips how i need a kiss from only your lips to soothe the pain pounding inside my head it keeps me up all night laying in bed i lite my candles and sit with my Devil star my body is near, with a missing heart my mind is afar drowding in blood waiting for your hand to help the Devil grabs my throat no time to yelp everyone turns and walks away leaving me to die here like a stray no one would care i will not be missed he lurks in the shadows i hear a hiss take me now end all this pain i wake up screaming all this was in my brain look myself in the mirrior and try to smile knowing ill be back there in a little while. © 2012 Loves Last HopeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 8, 2012 Last Updated on March 2, 2012 AuthorLoves Last Hopelondon, CanadaAboutme well i was born on nov 10 1995 my name is darrell i have a dark past. i get random depression. im emo and in love thats what fuels my poems tho so im happy to be me im bad at spelling so dont hate .. more..Writing
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