Depression At It's Finest
Your own soundtrack
white noise in my ears
in my years
Pictures in scars, maybe a
lightning strike, an
x to mark the spot
anything to take away the
pain the
waiting
Anything to distract from the
Teardrops drizzling down a windowpane and
a deep breath feels like a
pain to your chest your
heart and
I've had enough of those
Flesh wounds to the soul caused by
little boys who whisper
pretty words that sound
sounded
like fulfillment.
Ferris wheels break,
Carousel rides never
last.
a wasted quarter,
Just a wasted quarter of me.
The promise of rain
is a
broken one.
Copyright © Iris Blade | Year Posted 2018
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