Poetry thread

Masked lies.

I have found a new friend. How long will this last?

But have I met them before? Perhaps a lost fragment from my past?

I have worn this face once already, it came to no good end,

Only me who suffers, only my mind that it bends.

I am not given an option, I need to fit in,

I must be accepted, I can’t stay rotting in this bin.

They cut me, scratched me, bit me, and then they threw me away,

I gave too much to them, there was no more that I could say.

My faith keeps me going, it’s strong, it has great might,

It’s the one true thing, that keeps the devil out of sight.

I’m ripping it off, it will leave a scar,

A reminder of the lesson that I will carry long and far.

If I put it back on, it will take me back to that door,

That door will stay closed, it will open…

…no more.

Piercing pain.

I felt it again, it’s a familiar face.

I first met them when I was ten, I can’t seem to finish this race.

The warmth makes me relax and the ice is a harsh reminder.

The inescapable facts, surely death is kinder.

Is it supposed to mean that I’m alive?

I trace along my fingers, every one of the five.

Can you hear death calling? The taunt of the black crow.

It’s time for your judgement, God knows where you’ll go.

I see myself hanging and it feels like a mercy.

I know at this rate, that I won’t see thirty.

The circle continues, give a dog a fucking bone.

There’s no point going forward, when I spend every day…

…alone.

Madness

I can’t give you the meaning, there’s not one specific enough.

There’s not one to which I am leaning, all of the choices are tough.

Hitler, Caligula, Nero, they have all had their fair share.

The same beginnings as heroes, but something went wrong somewhere.

There’s multiple layers, but all are given the same name.

We are all players, in this unnatural game.

Give yourself time, most important is your health.

Neglect is a crime, so respect your feelings and yourself.

The image is blurred, my stomach is sick.

Am I finding the word? Is there one that I can pick?

Forgotten about, ignored, being misunderstood.

People getting bored, and tell me “I wish that I could”.

It’s their fault, not mine, I am not to blame.

Lock me away, I’m not fine, I’m giving you all of the shame.

What gives them the right? Why must they be the judge?

They need me out of sight, I’m crawling through the sludge.

I think that I know the feeling, it feels like a deep sadness.

But the thoughts that come reeling, always lead to…

…Madness.

Madness

I can’t give you the meaning, there’s not one specific enough.

There’s not one to which I am leaning, all of the choices are tough.

Hitler, Caligula, Nero, they have all had their fair share.

The same beginnings as heroes, but something went wrong somewhere.

There’s multiple layers, but all are given the same name.

We are all players, in this unnatural game.

Give yourself time, most important is your health.

Neglect is a crime, so respect your feelings and yourself.

The image is blurred, my stomach is sick.

Am I finding the word? Is there one that I can pick?

Forgotten about, ignored, being misunderstood.

People getting bored, and tell me “I wish that I could”.

It’s their fault, not mine, I am not to blame.

Lock me away, I’m not fine, I’m giving you all of the shame.

What gives them the right? Why must they be the judge?

They need me out of sight, I’m crawling through the sludge.

I think that I know the feeling, it feels like a deep sadness.

But the thoughts that come reeling, always lead to…

…Madness.