I don't just dream of dying,
I dream of drowning,
I dream of physically manifesting what I feel inside,
There is a pride in completion.
Water filling the empty space in my lungs-
That is complete to me.
Can't you see I'm already suffocating?
I'm crying for help and I know you can hear me.
The bubbles in my breath silence out my screams-
No one I love can't see how I'm suffering.
Ode to sleep-
To get lost in the haze between days and weeks.
To be gone.
Is all I want to be.
YOU ARE READING
To the Shattered Dreams of My Youth
PoetryA collection of poems written in the midst of losing myself. In a world of chaos, thoughts of death and being left behind. "The world is too cruel to be kind."
