chemicals sitting on my heart

I’m weak again

I was strong just a second ago

I was happy and whole but that’s long gone because you’ve left me without giving me what I needed

you’ve corrupted me and left me empty except for



Chemicals sitting on my heart that slowly eat it up

the match for the fire to start

the scissors that cut through my soul

you better help me before it forms holes that can never be patched



It’s a constant catch and through

this whole thing spiraled out of control

It doesn’t matter if you think think logically

you didn‘t lie to me

I hear what you said

lights turned red

you didn’t give me the answer that I needed

I love my curiosity and you turned it against me

and made me feel empty

get ready cause I’ve squeezed out enough strength to get loud now




Chemicals sitting on my heart that slowly eat it up

the match for the fire to start

the scissors that cut through my soul

you better help me before it forms holes that can never be patched



I’m running to escape this

I’m strumming to escape this

there’s a lot words I could be saying but I’m not

and you really stole a lot from but guess what I’m stealing back

Get ready for a 360 now

get ready to become flattened out

get ready cause I’ve squeezed out enough strength to get loud now



you’ve corrupted me and left me empty except for



Chemicals sitting on my heart that slowly eat it up

the match for the fire to start

the scissors that cut through my soul

 

It’s a constant catch and through

this whole thing spiraled out of control

It doesn’t matter if you think think logically

you didn‘t lie to me

I hear what you said

lights turned red

you didn’t give me the answer that I needed

I love my curiosity and you turned it against me

and made me feel empty

get ready cause I’ve squeezed out enough strength to get loud now

 

Chemicals sitting on my heart that slowly eat it up

the match for the fire to start

the scissors that cut through my soul

Chemicals sitting on my heart that slowly eat it up

the match for the fire to start

the scissors that cut through my soul

you better help

 

 

 

you

 

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