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Tick

Not equipped

By DMTakeshiPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

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

sad poetry

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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