#poetrywhilehigh

What is wrong

Happiness gone

Fleeting feeling, carry on

Through blood and tears

Sugar and spice

Everything broken, Everything nice

Call in the morning, its not the same

Holding my head, holding my "shame"

Never a savior, never a saint

Never a patron, I shan't complain

You were a ghost, I was a hive

Never one moment I wasn't alive

Never a moment I wasn't the lie

Telling myself I'm broken inside

Telling myself the pain Has to hide

I've done too many things wrong

So leave me at morning, leave before dawn

I'm in the background, all in my head

Never a moment, hot in the dread

F*cked in the head, dying in bed

Blinking out conscious, coming in hot

I've got a feeling, and it's something I'm not

Tell me there's reason, tale older than time

Tell me of healing, f*ck it isn't mine

And you might say I'm crazy

But darling I've rehearsed

I've done too much wrong

To get a second verse