Harsh words that easily flow,
Hidden secrets that nobody knows,
Cuts bleeding, burns blistered,
Deep inside I’m warped and twisted,
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many when’s and too many why’s,
Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted,
Especially not me, I’m warped and twisted,
Never sleeping, but choking on a dream,
While listening to my silent screams,
I call my mind but the numbers unlisted,
Lost in someone warped and twisted,
Full of scars from wanting to be dead,
Looking at the invisible blood I’ve bled,
I’ve not gone, my minds just drifted,
So don’t expect much because I’m warped and twisted,
Depressed, suicidal, empty and hollow,
Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow,
When death comes the ashes are sifted,
Mine will be too because I’m warped and twisted.
Darren Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warped-and-twisted-8/
