Sometimes I wonder if I'm alive
I feel myself breathing
But it's hard to breathe
I feel trapped
I can't move. I'm stiff
I feel the wind blowing beneath me as I lay there
Sometimes I can't feel myself breathing
My mind is numb
My body is numb
I feel blood dripping everywhere
My head hurts
I gasp for the little air I have
Then I start panicking because the air isn't there
I know I'm not dead
Even though sometimes I wish I was.
YOU ARE READING
Terrible poems I wrote when I was 16
PoetryDive into my depressed 16 year old mind by reading these terrible poems. What was I thinking at such a young age? Who knows to be honest.
