Written the in the dark,
Are words inked with blood,
From my unspoken heart.
My pain,
My hurt,
My torment,
My curse.
I deny myself, reject your hand,
While you try to pick the pieces,
That were once part of me.
So deep into oblivion,
I grow fond of my own demons,
I refuse the great above,
Your light is mine to see.
Unworthy, Please do forgive,
But life was never meant for me,
Self- doubt? No, I am sure,
I was made a Not,
Before I had a chance to be.
Your words spread like a plague,
Cancer to my soul,
“You can’t, you won’t,
You’re weak, you won’t be able”
Now and again I am told.
Ouch!!!
Here comes another horde,
Of the self-disbelief you feed me,
It weighs heavily on my body,
This… I have to… I must… Free me.
A bottle after another,
I rapidly intoxicate,
Ready to finish what,
I didn’t have the chance to start.
A bottle after another,
I hold tight onto that blade,
Writing this last piece,
In the dark.
When Injustice
Becomes Law.
Rebellion
Becomes A Duty
Desculpem-me de so por poemas em ingles
ainda nao ganhei a inspiracao de fazer poemas em portugues... lol muito tempo nesta ilha.
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