Pressure (formerly Pressure Me, revised version)

Pressure (formerly Pressure Me, revised version)

A Poem by Indra's Child

Bridge:

Some days I'm on it
Some days I'm on it
Some days I'm on it
Other days I sit there and pretend

Today was the last day of the beginning of the end
You take some pink poison to cure and to vent
The strange feelings set free through fire and scars
Feelings of pressure released, death isn't far

-Bridge-
Chorus:

I can have my dog in a cage,
I can drink my wine and derange

You can have all you ever wanted, and more-
As long as you don't complain

It was held together by belief
Words cut, but blades brings deep relief

Tomorrow is the first day of the start of a life
Go trash the pills, but keep the knife

-Bridge-
-Chorus-

Wearing a smile made of Zoloft, an honorary badge
A soul signed away to the wolves, gave up the mind I had
Your enemy, my secret place, plastique's made it my void
Give me graffiti, paint SSRI's on walls of white noise

-Msc Break-   

Choices can kill when you give up control
Painfully evident trauma patrol

-Bridge-

© 2022 Indra's Child


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Added on March 1, 2022
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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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