heart beating
like horses galloping,
nervous, forced smile,
as i profusely keep on sweating,
"what do i do? what do i do?"
i can't think of anything,
my chest is aching,
my head is hurting,
my heart is shattering
into a million shards,
"why does it hurt so much?"
i'm tired,
i'm so tired,
i can't breathe,
everything is hurting,
tears keep falling,
my eyesight is all blurring,
i want to keep hurting,
hurting myself,
slice the palm of my hand open,
like looking through the cracks of
an open door,
let it keep flowing,
the blood on the floor,
is this all there is to it?
is this all i'll ever feel?
what is this anger i'm feeling?
sliced palms,
scratched arms,
i just want this to end,
i'm tired of telling people i'm fine,
i'm tired of playing pretend.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going