What’s best
I hate how everyone thinks to know
what’s best for me
And I drink, I smoke
and cry myself to sleep
Seems like everyone knows better
while I smoke, I drink
and hurt myself to bleed
They wanna choose
What’s good for me
So to choose my evil I’m free
This mask stuck so deep
into my skin
I hardly know who am I
The saddest part is that you think
this is just a poem
not the misery I’m sinking in
I don’t even dream anymore
I close my eyes
sleep away
‘Till I wake up to my nightmare
again.
**Disclaimer:I neither drink nor smoke, this poem was a result of an “empathy exercise”.
memyselfandkids 2:07 am on August 3, 2012 Permalink |
Well done. You passed the exercise!
LightObserver 2:42 pm on August 4, 2012 Permalink |
*blush*aww thanks…hope that it’s a good thing!
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
memyselfandkids 3:58 am on August 5, 2012 Permalink
My pleasure.
tballen88 1:44 pm on August 21, 2012 Permalink |
I like this poem, you definitely passed.