The Messenger

I wrote this, not them

Aggression runs deep,

suppressed to impress

Stomach turns, the heart burn

I've created second identity

please kill the messenger

Something must take its place

drowning in alcohol 

my poor neurons

no control, to me they're gone

Needles lead the way

Constant shaking,

numbly aching 

letting go and giving in

my identity changing

please kill the messenger

The door remains open

come on in, your all welcome

put to sleep, 

wake me when its over

Ill clean up eventually

Stuck in autopilot

Its too crowded in here

i need too take a walk

"Ill be back soon,

trust me"

but, i forgot my keys...

somebody please,

let me back in

Reviews

[Deanna M.]

This is a very deep poem. Especially the last stanza where you wrote but, I forgot my keys...somebody please, let me back in. It sends a chill up someones spine because it shows how this person got lost along the way, and can't find the way back in even if they tried. Very well written!!