Death is a friend


He feels insecure to be himself

But secure enough to lie through his teeth

He camflouges his true colours

The real him is hidden beneath many layers

He denies the truth

Even though it often seeps to the surface

He acts to fit in

But his performance is often interrupted by guilt

He laughs loudly

But inside the pain materialises itself

He says he is ok

But the voices in his head 

Tell him that he is unworthy of life

So he chooses Death ,the only real friend he ever had





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Dont_punch_grandpa's picture

Amazing write

I like the darkness of this, I can feel the emotion reading it. A true testament to how the norm itself can lead to depravity. I'm sorry, because this very well could be a past feeling. However I took the Hippocratic oath that binds me to ask if you need help, if so I can make help avalible. I love dark art but if it implies self harm I have to ask. I also have thought of and while young did harm myself, but if you think about we are all bound by things

"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin 

Dewdrop's picture

Thanks for the comment

Thanks for the comment. And no I'm not suicidal I wrote this poem after listening to a song titled 1-800-273-8255 by logic and i was inspired me to write this poem.