I'm drowning,
My hand no longer breaches the surface
I'm stuck here,
Drifting further away from my life,
Floating into eternal darkness.
Should I fight?
Should I kick my legs harder
And hope that I float to the surface
Instead of sinking faster?
Or should I just relax,
Finally,
I could be out.
This could be it.
No more stress,
Or sadness,
Or guilt for my past.
This could be it.
So do I fight?
And hope I don't lose.
Or do I give up?
YOU ARE READING
I Told The Stars About You...
PoetryLook at that, I promised myself I wouldn't give you power anymore, but here I am writing poems about the way you hurt me. If by chance you stumble across this, and you begin to read the words I have written, please don't mistake this as weakness. I...
