You look at me,smiling ,happy.. A teen, a reject from the entire scene, a moment from now I look and see that I am wearing a broken crown. This crown is so heavy it brings me to my knees, while the entire society laughs at me, I go to my room and I find my blades, I cut and cut till the pain eacapes my veins. I look at my bloodstained sheets and I start to feel weak, I lay in my bed as the pain of the flows to my head, im stressed, im sleepless, im restless and im weak, I am nothing to this society but another freak. I try to sleep, but this is a feat I cant complete, the nightmares return and replay the day, causin me to wake up and feel dead. The demons of yesterday haunts me at night to keep my mind and my heart filled with fright, knowing im never gonna be the same, so now my life is free game. This is my edit to whitewolfs poem he gave me permission to use. What yall think? ~Mitch freakin lucker
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 02:12:20 +0000
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