I feel Im nailed to the ground but nothings...
My heart bleeds and my envy runs just to get back...
I'm not so much nervous, I'm just nervous to seem...
I don't seem so, I make it invisible...
What if love is just a waste of pain
and thinking is just a waste of brain...
Without me,
there is no problem...
I walk in to a closet...
It pulls my right inside...
Fly girl, I'm right there with arms open
Try, because I know your always hoping...
I grasp my last breath in death's sorrowful...
In light of suicide, I feel hesitance...
I feel no pain.
I've been drained of all feeling...
Dark thoughts is all i can believe ,
trying to suceed , without relief...
Never satisfied
sucking air...
Those empty voices
they whipser to you...
**this poem is confusing if you don't pay...
I look into the thing that is made of glass...