Why can't you hear me,
asking for help;
screaming and yelling,
pleading to survive.
I'm dying inside,
drowning,
suffocating,
is it already too late?
I'm burning,
I'm freezing,
stuck in the searing heat,
and numbing cold.
My heart is bleeding,
my lungs are bursting,
my lips are cold and blue,
my eyes emotionless.
I thought you would come,
but you haven't, you betrayed me;
it's too late
for second chances.
I'm already gone,
never returning to this world.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
