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This is For
5 reviewsI wrote this a year and a half ago when I was going through a really rough spot in my life. My medical problems were getting the best of me, and all I wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. Back...
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This is for the hero I can never be
The person I lock up
Deep inside of me
This is for my tears that I've never cried
This is for the person that I'm not
The part of me that isn't rotting away with sickness
All the times I try
I fail
I'm weak and pathetic
I realize this
I'm slowly vanishing into my own internal abyss
I don't feel like talking anymore
I don't want to be awake
I just want to die
And quit seeming so fake
Stop relying on me
I can't even rely on myself
I'm empty and hollow and alone again
No matter the price I pay
I can never seem to win
Lift me up and hold me high
My wings are broken and I forgot how to fly
My blood is flowing from my eyes now
My feet are planted firmly on the ground
I open my mouth and try to speak
But I can't make a sound
I'll be gone someday
But you'll be too busy being fake to notice my absence anyways
This is to the fake people like me
Who long ago stopped dreaming their own dreams
I'm ready to leave everything behind
I'm ready to stab my eyes to make me blind
I don't want to see how horrid this world is anymore
I'm tired of being bruised
Broken
And sore
So look away now
And turn your head
Let me compose my thoughts
Because soon I'll be dead
The person I lock up
Deep inside of me
This is for my tears that I've never cried
This is for the person that I'm not
The part of me that isn't rotting away with sickness
All the times I try
I fail
I'm weak and pathetic
I realize this
I'm slowly vanishing into my own internal abyss
I don't feel like talking anymore
I don't want to be awake
I just want to die
And quit seeming so fake
Stop relying on me
I can't even rely on myself
I'm empty and hollow and alone again
No matter the price I pay
I can never seem to win
Lift me up and hold me high
My wings are broken and I forgot how to fly
My blood is flowing from my eyes now
My feet are planted firmly on the ground
I open my mouth and try to speak
But I can't make a sound
I'll be gone someday
But you'll be too busy being fake to notice my absence anyways
This is to the fake people like me
Who long ago stopped dreaming their own dreams
I'm ready to leave everything behind
I'm ready to stab my eyes to make me blind
I don't want to see how horrid this world is anymore
I'm tired of being bruised
Broken
And sore
So look away now
And turn your head
Let me compose my thoughts
Because soon I'll be dead
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