peace
colors of life swirl around
its christmas time, time for joy,
the highway is a cold place
a place where one can die
you stand in the middle of the road
and you cry.
insides are crawling
the ones i hear are far away
no one would understand whats inside.
my body leaves at night
soaring with a owl, taking flight
i dont want to return,
happiness,
its just a word,
for in this life of lies and decet
one cannot truely be happy.
lonliness,
engulfs my soul,
my very being, my very fiber,
i try to reach out but no one listens,
things inside
cant talk about
painful,
i take a sleep aid just to relax,
then get scolded because i turn to them,
thiere is no other help for sleep
no help for that crawly wierd feeling
my darkness, my safety
my pain a long history,
one will be around for awhile
then gone again,
that gun looked good, just so easy
one pull and sleep will come to stay.
but whether it is cutting wrists a little
or taking pills
it never happens like i would like
to sleep, just sleep, forever.
About the Creator
cheyenne blackhawk
im a published author and artist
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