Pain
no pill...
O Cherubs graceful;
Ophanim so just...
Everyone tries to fix me.
They all think they're the one who can...
I hate myself
I hate my life...
We haven't talked in 7 years,
I just wanted to check on you...
In the middle of the day
I lie on my bed, trying to die...
My pockets are deep and hollow
My desires fade from the norm...
I'm a balloon,
taped to an oxygen tank...
Golden honey dressed in silk,
does the light of which still bounce...
What makes her head spin,
her nightmares real...
Deep secrets become reopened
as blood releases pent up pain...
I tried and being tired
wishing a day to be loved...