I can't feel my lips and I can't feel my fingers.

This time I feel the hole you left, how it lingers.

I can't see my light anymore, it has crashed onto the floor.

I see the glass give into my bare feet and raise in smoke to draw a door.

How it teases me for that taste of bliss.

How it teases me, cutting blood as a kiss.

I love the feeling of that pen in my fingers and how the paper cuts my mind.

I love the feeling of those words cutting in my spine even if they are not so kind.

But now I am bleeding out and I can't seem to move.

I'm telling you these tears are meanings of something to prove.

This darkness will consume me before I can scream.

This darkness leaves no mercy, only making me wish is was a dream.

This darkness will claw at my feet, reaching for my soul.

It does not care if after so long I've been good without paying a toll.

And how I feel so alone, because I can no longer see.

I will never find the people who meant most to me.

Although I've found what I need nothing's going to stop this.

Because people will continue to grieve and will tell me how much they'll miss...

The pen will say it with the darkness even if it isn't true.

Even if I have what I think I need I am going to be blue.

It's who I am, being trapped all the time.

But no one seems to give a damn and all they do is whine.

Hypocritical, I see for I have everything I need.

That pen doesn't care and that paper will help me bleed.

How much will I yell before they understand they are hurting me?

I can tell my voice is gone, I'm being choked by the madness that's so easy to see.

The pen will write down those final bloody words.

The paper will make it permanent, I'm sure.

It will have an envelope fit for a peasant.

And I can't already feel my hands become hesitant.

But there is no time to ask for help.

Besides, no one will hear a small, quiet yelp.

And so my tongue tastes the bittersweet goodbye.

I will no longer fear being so shy.

I feel my weight being pulled into the ground.

Here's my words to the people who will wear a crown:

I can't apologize anymore because I've done it all before.

I can't apologize anymore because I suppose I have nothing to be sorry for.

I can't apologize anymore because not a sorry will do, it's so poor.

I write these words with a pen, on a paper, to give you a plead;

-end-

If you liked his poetry book go check out "infinity kiss" it's less of a themed one and will be more random than this. I decided to end this one like this just to give this ; because it's not over, it's yet to be completed with another story.

If any of you would like to send in poems to add on to this book feel free: anonymous is optional.
Or if you just wanna send me it in general I'm open to that!

Thanks so much for your continued support. I honestly didn't think anyone would read this.. <3

Keep being you and keep creating, because you can do great things!