Oh miss believer

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Crime scene

My mind is a crime scene

unattended and decayed

Lifeless body lays in the grave I have made

Theoretically I am dead

Though my eyes still burn and monsters occupy my head

My mind is a crime scene

unimportant and ignored

bloodstains and teardrops adorned

heavy breathing I am bleeding

out

i want to die I can not survive

do not deprive

me

My mind is a crime scene

Non-existant imaginary

My mind is my own adversary

pink lungs bleeding heart

my mind is a crime scene

dead and ugly

Split lips and noses bloody

dying crying I want to depart

fighting to thwart

my plans you'll shake my corpse

My head rolls back following my eyes

darling everything dies

my mind is a crime scene

I write on a hospital napkin tearing it in many places.

my head screaming at me

im dying

im insane

Im in a mental hospital because I was found unconscious in my bathtub

I was supposed to be dead

i want to be dead

why can I be dead

i run my fingers though my hair and cover my ears so maybe I could get some peace.

stop

please stop

hot tears fall rapidly down my face. They taste of salt,like the ocean...oh how I dream slipping throughout the water as the salt burns my eyes knowing I won't be coming back up.

I remove my hands from my ears and begin to write on another napkin...




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