Died Inside

Sometimes there's things

Even music can't heal

And sometimes the cuts

Aren't deep enough to feel

So whats left for me then

Poetry.. my only friend

No beats or blades

No vibe or pain

To take my mind away

From this world

And into my own

Where its not so cold

But I'm stuck laying here in this bed

With all these thoughts filling my head

I write with the blood that pumps

From my weaken and abused heart

Every drop of blood tells

Another sad story

Of my life and how it dwells

Repeating it self everyday

That passes by

Poetry please save me

Why must I cry?

I can't take it anymore

I've died inside. .