This is what happens when I don't sleep; I get depressed and I write a lot of freestyle poems. This one was created on Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 2:56am.
I'm like a broken lock, damaged and unwanted.
No longer usable going to be thrown away,
But I'm not ready...
I have so much more.... What things?
Heh... There's nothing
No matter how much I try to fix myself I'm only a piece of broken metal...
One day I'll be thrown away to the scraps
Melted down...
It'll hurt...a lot,
but if it'll help me change to become better?
Then I'll go through that pain and suffering more so than I already am
And when I wake up
Hopefully...
I'll have the only key to unlock my burdened self and make me smile...
A/N: just a random drabble I'm feeling free style, it's a poem? Whatever...
Sad, isn't it? Thoughts? Some people who have read this believed this was based on suicide, what about you?
About Me
- Reinasaurus
- Ontario, Canada
- Hey, Everyone! Code name Reinasaurus! Some people call me Money which is ironic because I don't have any money but apparently I'm their good luck charm in the financial department. I'm very fond of bright and vibrant colours; such as blue, green, purple, orange, red, yellow, and many more! I made this blog because lately I have so much to say but no one to tell to! So I thought I might as well write it down somewhere, you know? I'm kind of excited :)
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