(Trigger warning)
A cold breeze goes by as I take a deep breathe
but the heart is going crazy with the mind in turbulence
love for others was always on a serving plate
but loving myself was so hard that I wanted to rest.
I went to the terrace looked down at the spiked fence
I was only afraid of the explanation what if I survived the mess
I howled and expressed to god all the reasons I didn't find
a cold breeze hit again as I took a deep breath.
Grasped the final breathe, swallowed every piece of meds
As I wake up, I was sweaty still in bed
I went to my class smiling as if nothing happened again
Returning home, a cold breeze went by as I took a deep breath.
Took out my frustration blaming my family for this mess
even their tears of blood, I encroached never ever helped
so I started cutting myself hoping it would be my last day
a cold breeze hit again thinking I took my last breath.
The alarm went off with an angel beside me
I hugged her and explained the mess I had been in
I promised her nothing will ever happen again
yet another cut as the cold breeze goes by again.
I convinced my head that it'll only leave a mess
then I slowly cut myself only to punish with the pain
looked at my hand, found nothing to grieve for
a cold breeze passes by as I take a deep peaceful breath.
Even gave up on my love in case I would drag him down
kept distance from my family in case I become another problem
Sinking in this darkness with me, myself, and I
a cold breeze goes by as I take my final breath.
Everyone is now grieving for my death asking my soul to rest
but I know I won't be forgiven for the pain that I left
I now want to take back the terrifying decision I made
A cold breeze goes by but I can no more breathe.
I should have spoken for myself when I was alive
now the wrong people are blaming themselves asking why I died
I wanted to hug you and tell you it was never your fault
the cold breeze goes by but you still couldn't hear me breathe.
note: if you are feeling suicidal or thinking of harming yourself then please contact the near help support. There are people who still care for you. Talk to the people you trust about how you feel.
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