So I Have To Catch Another Body
Another Limp Friend Laying In My Arms All Bloody
Got Shot up Because The Glock Wouldn't Stop
Pulled The Trigger But You Will Never Figure The Emotional Strain, You Make
Me Quiver
I'm Pulling Out Of The World, Mentally and Socially
Don't Want To Open Another Door For You To See, The Inner Me
Exposed, No Sense, Everything Is Rationally disproportionate
My Mind Is Flicker Out From The Constant Subtance Abuse
Always Never Good Enough For Societys Use

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem