sad poems make me smile ones of death and vile im a manic depressant with a touch or schitzophrenic and a pinch of passive agressive i can't give feelin out on a ledge which is where i'd like to be i like my black moods getting to know you was it he, or maybe it was me? one of my many selves locked away until tea it's not my fault that i can see all the evil inside of you the evil inside me i know it's there don't try to hide or cover up, cos i know what's inside i'm lost in my own mind multiple dreams - so late at night make me cry and shriek in fright. Seeing the dead touching their flesh it's sickening but you don't care walking through the graveyards or down my own backyard blackened clouds don't ruin my day so many days when i'd like them to stay they always float away bring a brighter day? not for me trapped inside my own misery. can't get out i claw the walls looking up, no room at all
Reason for writing:
For the people who say "oh they can snap out of it if they want to".
Birth sign: Aries
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