Life keeps on turning,
I don't know where I'll go,
Can't you see I'm hurting;
In every line I ever wrote?

No more poison
Left in this bottle,

A puppet ;
With strings that keeps toyin',
Its oh so awful;
And you love it ,

Yeah, you love it ,
I can't believe it,
This is my cry for help;
My thirteen reason,
A battle with these demons ,
I'm sound asleep;
Weak and ready to weep ,
I can't wake ,
I keep on screamin'
Inside this coffin ;
Pleadin'
To stop the play ,

The curtains close,
I stand alone
On the stool;
I'm about to kick,
With the rope
Around my throat,
Just another helpless fool,
Watch on my wrist;
To watch how time is fake,
Life; a gift..
I couldn't see,
In every poem, I let out a plea;
A plea to just be free,
And to watch my problems flee,

Now the time
Has arrived ,
Like every poem, every line;
The time
Has arrived,

My last words;
As I'm hanging,
I've been hurt
Maybe now, you'll have
Understand
All that I was saying.


© MattTheOneAndOnly