I Am From...

I am From…

                

I am from a dark and lost world.

From schools of hell and lost of words.

 

I am from bruises, cuts and broken bones.

From holding Christ for protection and not having any.

 

I am from listening to Stairway to Haven and Highway to Hell.

From stories of deep thought and the beating of the Tell Tale Heart.

 

I am from the every man’s nightmares and keeping it all contained in my half filled head.

From writing it down on a piece of paper and typing it all on a separate sheet.

 

I am from not being happy and very suicidal.

From mixed words and mixed stories.

 

I want all of this to be gone in one big box full of my hellish memories 

Reviews

[sammie bagley]

a good poem i liked how you wish to be gone it was a unique poem and i feel the same way at times