No cure

Bath room doom

Another night

I hide

In the only place

I feel safe

Sitting on the floor

My back against the door

That is broken

Just like me.

It is what it is

No time to cry

No time to care

About things that can’t be undone

Hail Satan!

You have won!

Happy now?

I hope so

at least someone or something is happy

Happier than me

Than I could ever be

Be careful what you say

Cause things might end

that way

And this will be the last time

in the room

Of doom

Or in this place

With this face

Tomorrow

never

knows

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

Leave a Comment ;)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Moonlit Pieces

Welcome to this universe, l o v e

rhymeswithbug

A place for poems and pics

Rude Little Poems

NSFW - Dark Chocolate Lava Cake at Midnight

Poems on Heels

Things I see on the road everyday.

Ghost Wife Poems

Ghosts of the past stay in the Present

Forgotten Poems

A collection of forgotten, lost and new poems

Death to Poetry

Aging Sadboi Shit Poetry

Kyoko W.P. POETRY

Collection of Poetry

%d bloggers like this: