Perpetrator

No one beilieve in innocence of the not guilty

In a dark, meaningless, and lonely world I walk

Street and home filled with whispers a dark symphony  

Cried, lost my voice only for no one to listen

Eyes swollen like a venomous spider sting

Cut to see if I still felt

Lost everything but own self disappointment

Got a head full despair filled with images of strangers

Felt ashamed of all that “I did”

If I saw no wrong, I did no wrong

What is my freedom worth when no one believes my words?

I’m down upon my knees, asking the one above why he seems to delay

My nights are sleepless my days are dark

Colorblind to the brightness of a life away from harm and insecurity

I’m drowning and asphyxiating with a fever which seems to not pass

Dreams of dying fill my subconscious, warm and inviting calling my name

Where was my innocence?

Why does no one seem to believe my troubles?

Is there any cure for my life, or was it too late for this disease?

I am punished for the wrong others annihilate with no remorse, no fear behind their eyes

Not me, I can see the truth that lies behind

LISTEN! PLEASE! I yell “I am a devil in angel shoes” “a victim”

Still, my pleads not heard

Back side of heads I get, the ones I love no longer remember who I once was,  

Another blame to live with, another web of guilt captures my freedom

Now I lack strength to move

All have walked and watched me fall

Failed to give them reason to trust, reasons to be missed

I’m thinking it’s a sign for my troubled head

Am I really the perpetrator?

That everything seems perfect from a far

Away they stay, away they will stay

All left to do is live all accusations and run

Goodbye all who I love

I can’t be saved, for time will never wear this feeling away

In the end my presence might still lingerer

Author's Note

This wont make sense to most but it does to the ones that always seem to take blame for others. At the end it makes us doubt ourselfs and make us think we are truly at fault. This is how i feel latley i wrote the way words can best describe. Thank for taking the time to read and please comment.

Reviews

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Very emotional, raw, dark, depress. You had mixed all of these emotions brilliantly. Good job.

[devon]

This was very good. I felt pain, self hate, disappointment, anger, and sadness rolled up into one. You connected with the reader, which is one of the most important things you can do with your writing. Brilliant write!

:)

[Brookypoo]

This is very good. I like it.

[Lover Of Words]

Nice write