Category : Poems

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Days go by when I can't even feel my own heart beat 
like I've risen from the dead and now a zombie 
Sometimes I sit in my room and drown in poetry 
sometimes I write so much my pen turns empty 
And when it's empty, I'm numb which goes straight to my core 
Where my soul sleeps, where its crumpled and torn
And so I go through life pretending I'm fine 
But who the hell cares anyway? I'm wasting my time
So go on, listen to these words that will never touch you 
I'm writing this for myself anyway. But what does it prove? 
You're standing in the way of my light. I can't see 
So how the hell do you expect me to write a damn thing?! 
You didn't have to die and then repeat it all over again 
You didn't have to live just to be beaten and broken 
You didn't have the short end of the stick did you? 
You don't know what it's like to be kept from the truth
Well fuck you too then. Go on and walk away 
You're just like the others. Never had the guts to stay 
I hope when I see you next time, it's at your funeral 
You've already made your bed now lay in it and get comfortable