mrthejoshmon

Super turbo mega ultra bad edgy poem 2:

I want to burn, I want to combust

To escape these fellings of anger and lust

Within me these flames scar and consume

Until the dreaded moment these issues bloom

To display to the world the beast I've become

So cold, so angry, so lost and so very numb...

Were it not for that bright smile

I would've been dead all this while

For it gives me purpose, a goal

My beacon, my destination, my very soul

Yet, all those moments I reached out my hand

It just left me submerged, it doesn't understand

I'm not swimming, I'm drowning in hell

In misery, suffering, hatred and doubt as well

My lungs are collapsed, I can't breathe

The current is heavy, with a pull and a heave

I'm dragged down into the dark murk

With nought on my face but an accepting smirk

This darkened crushing gloop will be my grave

I really wish that I were more brave

I'd let them know I'm trapped down here

But the thought of them seeing this mess feeds my fear

I'm a monster now, what would they think?

I think It'd be best to remain in this vile drink.