a poem for the occasion

no love
i killed the dove

replaced it with a crow
my emotions reach a new all time low

fuck that world
because of that part of life i hurled

people=shit
that place, i wont be a part of it
i got my shit together and spit out the peach pit
i sorry to say it but the glove does fit

i am dead, once was me
rising upwards, blessed with disease
nothing could ever again please
so understand, life will go on, but just let me be

inside the truth
i hide my faces from you
now that i know what i am supposed to do
bite the bowling ball, chip the tooth

a simple explanation of what i feel
understand i can not ever heal
the wound is too deep from this ordeal
i cant even stomach a meal

self destruction
count the deduction

and comprehend the consequence
of what happens after i jump the fence

-reality of what's inside of me