Liars Cradle

By silentninja

I can't stand this reality
I am not the man I used to be

If I ever was a man

I simply demand what has become of me?
To see the hand that delt me eternity

Maturity

Maternally

Mortality

In sadness I cry for suicide
In madness these thoughts I must hide

Take three a day is what I'm prescribed

My baddest moments are covered by my lies
I've had this thought over again in my life

My strife

My wife

My arrogant pride

Press pause in order to live
I'm not even sure if I am really alive
As I tear out another stitch in time

It could a while till I write another bad rhyme....

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Published on Tuesday, July 23, 2013. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Liars Cradle"

On Tuesday, July 23, 2013, xZombie Poptartzx (332) wrote:

Depression can get the best of us! "In sadness I cry for suicide In madness these thoughts I must hide Take three a day is what I'm prescribed" These lines really stuck for me, i've spent a lot of time keeping my true thoughts away from the outside world... I feel like they'd lock me up if i didn't. Excellent write xoxo
On Tuesday, July 23, 2013, Strataic (99) wrote:

Pride a dangerous seclusion of self... Let lies be naught... thanks for the sharing.