Why,
why am I?
Pushed down.
Contemplating,
live or die?
Why me?
I don't know,
I don't know why.
Caught their eyes.
Breathe it in,
this is life.
Aggravated thoughts,
lift them up.
Roll up,
on your block,
break your legs,
blood clot.
Eyes wide,
Death's surprise.
Get a grip,
on your life.
Choked out,
full of doubt.
Suffocated,
dead sound.
Around your neck,
red chains,
worth what?
Your life,
not mine,
you pushed me too far,
If only you knew,
what I'd fucking do to you.
Enjoy your endless sleep,
six feet deep.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
