Cry
Cry
And cry
And hope you'll die.
Try
Try
And try.
But it's no use.
Command me.
Demand me.
Don't ask me.
I can't talk.
My words are turned into weapons.
One wrong move and it all explodes.
And I watch my life erupt into a bloody fire work.
Don't tell them your names.
They think they can pull you into this game.
Just stay away from me.
Don't come too close or your be caught in the cross fire.
Don't come too close.
You'll see me burning.
You'll see me crying.
You'll see me dying.
You'll see me cracking from the pressure.
Look from a distance to see my beauty,
But get too close and you'll see how flawed I really am.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts.
Poetry~poems~ These are the things I can't say to the people I care about. 30/11/18 # 164 in poem 22/11/18 #3 in mythoughts 23/11/18 #13 in shortpoems
