Poems of life

Whispering in my ear you aint good enough

Heart racing a hundred miles

Memories flood through filling me up

The only place to release the pain is through my eyes

as i stare at the ground

As i hear the dops pierce the concrete

Looking at my reflection

My heart and mind a torn connection

Horns holding up my halo

With this bottle in my hand

I make the wrong decision

When the demons release

I have the wrong intention

Seeking help in the shadows

Body full of scars from the battle

I need help