OBLIVION
As I march into the dark
Oblivion
I call
My mindMy thoughts
Break,
Becoming
Shards of glassReady to
charge me,
Pierce my skin
Wherever they see fitCut
Deeper, and
Deeper, longer
Press harder!But I must get up
Can't let it
Overtake me,
AgainLoneliness
Prevails
Breaks
Whatever is left of me.I'm a shell
No insides
No thoughts
Just depressionOnly a shell
Of what I used to be
A mask
Of what I was formerlyNo bright light
At the end of the tunnel
Just a dark wall, in a black
OBLIVION
YOU ARE READING
No Attention Necessary
PoetrySelf harm. Not for anyone's attention. Not for anyone's sympathy. And especially not for anyone else's pathetic, weak, stupid stories!