Do you feel like running,
Wanting to escape?
Do you wish to waste yourself
Into an abyss of the unknown?
Run... they don't want you.
Run... nothing good is meant for you.
Run... you can't stall.
Run... but you will fall.
You will descend into a cavern
As the oceanic depths
Swallow you whole,
Fill you from the bottom of the hole.
Nobody will hear your screams.
Nobody will come to your rescue.
You are meant to run,
Run towards your noxious getaway.
You will be forgotten –
You are forgotten.
You are gone –
You are nobody.
Nothing in the world matters
For you will perish.
In this incessant misery,
What you leave behind will matter not.
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Psychsis
PoetryWithin the embrace of my demons. · -------------------- · 𖥸 · -------------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content such as substance use, self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Read with precaution.
