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Dalton

Copyright, Dalton

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Save me, Save Me,
Is all that I think,
Whether im eating, walking, or having a drink,
Stop me, Stop me,
Is all that I feel,
As I feel myself closer to the window sill,
Hang me, Hang me,
I shout at the sill,
It’s me I want gone, it’s me that i’ll kill,
Hold Me, Hold me,
Is all that I wish,
But nobody cares, my knife starts to swish,
Cut me, Cut me,
I scream at the knife,
I want to cut deeper, to end my sad life,
I’m desperate to die, as my hope starts to shrink,
But Save Me, Save Me,
Is all that I think

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Pure and fresh leaves that grow on the tree,
When I was happy, that was me,
The grass in the morning covered in dew,
When i was happy, that was me too,
Pure like a child, fresh as new day,
That was me when you heard what I say,
Clear as water, perfect as night,
That was me when I was alive in my life,
Flowers on the hill, blooming and pretty,
Clear like the country, not dark like the city,
Hopeful and innocent like a baby new born,
All those were me, before I got torn,
Everything beautifal, everything pure,
I was those things, all those and more,
THAT was my real life, THAT’s the real me,
Not the dark, hurt one, that you now see

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God, Give me a break,
It’s just what I need,
Theres to much to take,
I cannot proceed,
God, lend out your hand,
I need to be guided,
Be soft as the sand,
This contests one sided,
My contest with pain,
My contest with death,
Its here once again,
I thought that it left,
God, give me some hope,
Give me that glimmer of sun,
But God then said nope,
You are getting none,
He’s said it’s for me,
To find for myself,
It’s not up to him,
Or anyone else,
He may not excist,
Only excists in our mind,
So that glimmer of hope,
Is for ourselves to find

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I’m Bad, Bad, Bad to the core,
I cut so deep, and I still want more,
Tears, hurt, and blood galour,
My pain is hungry, it’s starting to knore,
At my bruised soul, i’m hurting, i’m sore,
My heart is still crying, i’m feeling so poor,
Whenever I stand, I fall to the floor,
I’m BAD, BAD, BAD to the core

 

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