When you leave,
I can't get rid of this heat,
it's everything but sweet,
it comes on repeat,
all of a sudden, I have to compete.
My feelings colliding,
I am not the one deciding,
my personality dividing,
believe me I am fighting,
but I'm barely surviving.
And then the time slows,
and my mind knows,
this empty feeling rising,
it's not compromising,
and that's not surprising,
it swallows me whole,
together with my soul,
I don't have control,
everything loses its meaning,
I stop believing,
my chest is bleeding,
I only think about sleeping,
because I don't feel like grieving.
I don't want to be breathing,
I don't see the point in eating,
I don't know what I am seeking,
but I am not healing,
I am not even feeling.
This emptiness is provoking my anxiety,
I die silently,
as I start losing my sanity violently,
but I don't really care,
my lungs are choking on air in despair,
but I don't really care,
this emptiness is everywhere,
this feeling of emptiness is chronic,
but I don't really care,
I know it so well,
it's demonic,
almost ironic.
YOU ARE READING
BORDERLINE I & II
Poésie**Both books are available on Amazon!** "Borderline I" is the first book of an upcoming trilogy. A powerful collection of poetry dedicated to those, who feel, and those, who sometimes drown is those feelings. The poet intends to create a safe space...
