The Kind of Real
The kind of real I'll never be.
The kind of real you think you are.
The kind of real that left me here.
Bleeding from tiny scars.
The kind of real that is feared.
The kind of real you want me to be.
The kind of real you think is perfect.
The dark sky is too dark to see.
There really is no kind of real.
I just depress myself.
I need to stop crying these tears.
And put the sadness on the shelf.
The kind of real I am right now,
is the kind of real no one wants.
The kind of real I'll always be,
has found it's own favorite haunts.
And the kind of real you don't know,
is the kind of real I await.
The kind of real you don't understand
is soon to be my fate.
The kind of real I wish to make
is the kind of real of falling blood.
The kind of real that is the rain.
The kind of real that leaves me in the mud.
The kind of real is a feeling.
From the inevitable do not hide.
The kind of real I mean,
is the kind called my suicide.
Raventhedarkgoddess: Totally unintended poem.................. No comment on POV.