PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Cause I’m falling and fast

With a strong sense of mind that there is nothing there to pick me up or even catch me,

Fuck, it wasn’t suppose to be sensible to let go this easily

After everything that happened, you would have thought I would have known

But I burry my conscience where I keep the fairy tales

Of princesses and rainbows but I’ll spare you the details

And since when does my existence mean so fucking much

To anyone looking for a way to bring me down

Everyone loves to come around and take shots me at now

Cause it wasn’t already hard enough to live

Now I am forced to breathe

And now my lungs have left, and now everyone has left me

For they do stare but it’s not like they see the underling purpose to care

Sure, you could interpret it in your very own special way

But fuck you doesn’t and will never mean I hope you have a nice day

I use to be young so none of this ever mattered

I use to have a proper state of mind until that too was shattered

And now there asking me to breathe

People can’t you see? This all means nothing to me.

Although death seems like a holiday,

I will not let them go on and live while I start to decay

Cause love may be lost or sometimes even hidden

But going out the way for me is strictly forbidden

And I’ll try to look surprise as the devil takes my hand

Saying ‘it happens to everyone, you should understand’