
Maybe if I could pick up this pen
I could set down these pills
But I am pulled back in again
Not equipped with the skills
You asked what makes me tick
Something I never gave thought
I wanted to end it quick
But it wasn’t ever taught
And if I were to tell the truth
I would be fabricating that too
No justice for forgotten youth
Unraveling all that you knew
I was desperate for answers
How do I create my own joy
When I find nothing matters
Another enticing decoy
Filled with highly trained actors
Go home and rest your head
Disregard that disturbing scene
My toxicity forcefully spread
But we knew this was all foreseen
I was always my biggest threat
And this wasn’t just any dream
My body kissed by death
And once again I’ve gone extreme
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!



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