I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
We never really had control of anything We were given the illusion that we had the control we were yearning So I let go of myself
By Broken Walls5 years ago in Poets
Hello, Hello, is anyone one there? I feel around and grasp at air Hello, can anyone hear me? The darkness around me hides what I most hold dear
I cannot shout I’ve grown too tired I try but but my voice keeps getting dryer So I will only whisper And soon I will die
Blood Dripping blood The smell of it wafts through the air The bodies lie bare Of spirit and life And among the living there is still fighting
Pathetic aesthetic To be playing yourself as a victim Dancing the thin line between real problems and make-believe You wear torn and tattered sleeves
I only saw you from the waist down at first My mind had a twisted thirst I didn’t notice your eyes or your face Just everything below your waist
Don’t ask me to move the world for you Don’t pretend that you care Stop giving me another chance I’m not worth the effort
By Broken Walls6 years ago in Poets
Shivering and defenseless you cried out but no one heard You did not know how to speak a single word Your life had just begun but you didn’t have a chance
I took a walk in the middle of the night The air felt nice I was not filled with fear nor wrought with fright I took a walk in the middle of the night
Leave me Withering like grass in the cold of autumn air You see me but you do not notice me Leave me Covered in snow and forget about my colors
I never knew how cold it was As the wind would bite my face The world would darken as windows shut And I'd feel out of place
