On the floor


On the floor

As I hit the floor
this pain is never ending
i don't want it anymore
 I feel as though I'm descending 

and I hate the way I feel inside
 Fake smiles to hide the pain
Can't let anyone see the way I cried
Everything I do seems to be in vain

As I am tossing in my bed
I feel like I'm falling
thoughts keep racing in my head
And life keeps crawling

It's a disguise
i just try to make through my life
There's no joy in these eyes
There's only strife

Is this what I deserve?
Learn to live another day 
more pain in reserve 
Trying to brush it away

the floor is cold
how could I sink so low?
So many thoughts I withhold
How I got here, I don't know

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caboose187’s Poems (24)

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Blessed and broken 0
This Time 0
Wall Around My Heart 2
The Sickness 0
That's Life 0
Brutality 0
On the floor 0
Distrust 0
The Abyss 0
Dreams to Nightmares 0
honesty 1
Suicidal 0
Immortal 0
Destruction 0
Of Natural Mind 0
Werewolves 2
Lack Of Life 2
Driving Force 2
Dark Fight 2
Darkness 2
The Change 3
Pain of Losing Family 2
Start Over 2
Friends 2