EdenMature

All is good for you now
No skin off your bones
as long as you are happy
who fucking cares what happens to me?

If you took the time
realised you had stamped on me
Who cares for a suicide?
I’ll be gone before you realise what you have done

I can’t live with this anymore
I can’t live with this anymore
I deserve everything for thinking
I could love again

Break my body for them
stayed out late everyday
Gathered the dust I wish I was
an addict so I could live without

If I ripped skin from my face
blinded myself from you
Never asking if I am alright
Never asking about what I went through

I can’t live with this anymore
I can’t live with this anymore
I deserve everything for thinking
I could love again

I don’t want to do anything anymore
I’d rather stay here and listen to you whine
about how hard your life is
and claim the impossible
I don’t buy that you are upset
so upset you laboured yourself
to the Eden of this wasteland
I’d see the face of God
and spit on him

The End

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