𝑇𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑇𝑤𝑜
In sight,
a table for two,
candle lit,
almost burned through.
Everything clean,
nobody around,
only me in the room,
no other sound.
My voice an echo,
fills the emptiness,
so I decide to sit,
for my mind to hurt less.
Walls they turn,
floor starts to spin,
going crazy,
my lifeline just thin.
Make it stop,
I'm begging you,
to help me out,
at a table for two.
YOU ARE READING
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoésieThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
