Sometimes I just don’t want to pretend that there’s nothing wrong in this world.
Sometimes I just don’t want to go on
Pretending as if nothings really wrong
my stomach sinks to the floor
As I want to grab my guts some more
thinking of all the naughty things I have done
just trying to please someone
keeping secrets is not a chore
hearts in my throat
I can’t go on.
Fight to the death
the death of my mind
for I want to cut it out and dissect it
take out all the black bits and the rubbish
to start afresh
to dissect the hurt pain anger and sadness.
Guilt shame and fear.
Sometimes life chills you to the core.