The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I can't feel anymore
so numb so cold
wet pillow, stained face
leave it stained so they can see
who I really am
Do they think I can't hear?
That it doesn't hurt?

Sorry - I forgot
I'm supposed to stay here
be nothing
nothing, nothing, nothing
be NOTHING
I'm meant to fade - I forgot
but now I know my place
won't try to escape
just sit here quietly
being nothing, being no one
if that's what you want
HEAVEN OR HELL

Will I go to heaven
if I silently decay?

Will I go to hell
if I punish myself?

Will my soul be lost
if I torture myself?

Where will I belong
up or down?

Or will I slowly fade
if I do nothing at all?
is gone

My home is in the dark
my heart is in the grave
my eyes are closed

Everything I knew is gone
everything I feel is wrong
I'm cold tonight
sleep alone
cry alone
feel so alone

Everyone I knew are gone
the next generation remains unborn
the sun will never rise
winter will last forever
All I wanted was to belong
but all the things I had are gone

When you come you'll see
I'm already gone
PERFECT CALM

All around me...
someone grabs me
I lie still as the monsters eat me

The night is long
filled with pain
The night is cold
leaves me dead
sets me free
so sweet
The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
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