On edge

Everyone wants me to change my ways

They say I have no reason to be depressed anyways

You have such a great life

Why do you wanna pick up the knife



But what they don't know is

That I hate myself and all of this

I dunno why I do

I wish I didn't have to hear you



You say I'm making mistakes

Everytime you yell I feel like I'm about to break

I feel like I'm on edge

I'm looking down a ledge



It's not so far up

I could just jump

Maybe I could fly up in the sky

Away from every lie



This world has gone to waste

It's turning into a plastic place

Everyone trys to be someone else

No one is being themselves



I could be free

and fly high above the trees

But I forgot I can't fly in the sky

Bacuase I have no wings to fly



Cause only angels have wings

To fly in the sky and sing

They sing there heavenly song

That I haven't heard in so long



I haven't heard it since I was a kid

But one day I thought I did

But I never heard that song

I must have been wrong



I guess I was dreaming

I didn't know what I was seeing

I was just imagining it

Cause this world has turned to shit



Everyones dreams go to waste

Because this world is a hateful place

And everyone is wearing a mask today

No one wants to be real theses days



They are afraid of what other people think

So we will all sink

We will sink into this place

And wear our plastic face



We will all faid away

And we will soon die someday

So goobye to all

This is the last call



This is the end

So goodbye my friend

I look out onto the moon

The end is coming soon

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of my weird poems and if you don't know me you won't understand where I am comeing from.

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