Don'tA Poem by HetraAll the people that aren’t really there All the voices to damned to care All the thoughts that plague my head All the days I wished me dead The way I used to be and cared The way I am now, numb and scared The way I had joys and goals The way I spiraled out of control Don’t want to recall the demons that hunt me Don’t want misery to take what life has to give me Don’t want to be left with hatefulness that’s cursed me Don’t want the evil to burst inside me © 2013 Hetra |
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