The_sick_pest_poetry

Tag Yes, this is a plea for help. From what though? I've not yet had a chance to identify my demons. For years their faces have neglected to show. They play tag with daggers in the dark. They entice my sorrows and my fears. Child's play is their excuse, As I drown within my tears. Sign in to see full entry.

Where I Roam In my head, Nobody knows. In my head, Nobody knows. I lose all sight of hope, Till I'm hanging from the end of a rope. Underneath I'm screaming pissed. So I slowly cut my wrists. Blood is dribbling off my chin From my tongue being bitten. My tears and blood mix, An antidote that saves... Sign in to see full entry.