• lone_soul_ 10w

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    I kneel before this paper
    Make it my altar
    Grasp the pen
    That will be the blade
    To pour the blood
    Sealing my fate
    As a poet

    Helpless
    Compelled to write
    An addict to the pain
    Addicted to the lines of ink
    Drunk off the emotions
    Poured into the words
    Like shot glasses

    Helpless
    It's a better feeling
    When every line you write
    Captures a person
    While they don't realize
    I really do want to end my life

    Helpless
    As I watch the story line unfold
    The constant stabbing
    The slitting of my wrist
    The drugs
    The drinking to numb the pain

    It's me I am killing
    Every poem
    Yeah it's me
    I enjoy it
    It brings satisfaction
    Because I get to watch myself die

    Helpless
    Not anymore
    Because I am tired of it
    And really thinking of doing it
    Just end all of this
    I was just another poet
    That didn't amount to anything
    Just like the world thought I would..

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    Helpless

    I kneel before this paper
    Make it my altar
    Grasp the pen
    That will be the blade
    To pour the blood
    Sealing my fate
    As a poet..


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