I drowned in the water, guess I swam out too deep.
My body washed up to the shore.
In way over my head, now I’m in too deep.
I don’t want to think anymore.
Half my soul is gone, and dying is the rest of it.
The world goes up and flames, I try to make the best of it.
Death took my heart, but still beating is what’s left of it.
Good was always here, it’s just now there’s so much less of it.
My injuries sustained, as the cuts were too deep.
My wounds, they slowly heal.
I fell in love before, and I fell too deep.
Next time, I’ll try not to feel.
I became the monster, baby look at what you’re making me.
I finally stopped the bleeding, but just look how long it’s taken me.
Sticks and stones may crack my bones, but words were what was breaking me.
They said to keep my faith when it feels like God’s forsaken me.
Conversations are nice, as long as they’re not all too deep.
I wear my heart outside my shoulder.
I’m scorched by the flames, the fire burned me too deep.
At the same time, I've never been colder.
I’m a little anxious, but prepared for what is coming.
I made choices that were brave, that which never were too cunning.
I meltdown like a witch, on the days that are too sunny.
It’s time to face the music because I’m done with all this running.
The fear lives in repression, secrets buried too deep.
No one can truly see me.
You can wear my shoes, and step in shit that’s too deep.
You’ll never know what it’s like to be me.
Your name tattoos my heart, although it’s carved too deep,
I miss when I was carefree.
About the Creator
Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.