WARNING: Contains mental dysphoria, suicide, and self-harm
I lie here alone
With time's sands slipping by
Wishing I could go back
To the time that never was
My whimsical innocence
Shattered by the cruel hands of nature
Smashed to pieces by violent storms
Left within the depths of time
Steep cliffs along the seashore
With the boiling black sea
Carrying the blood and tears of millions
Beckons me to jump over
Relieving me of my withered life
Over which millions beg for
With each and every breath
Stormy skies hung above
Their power flowing through my veins
Anger darkens my vision
As I tear through my oceans and mountains
Which reappear as quickly as they disappear
Until I cry and throw up my blood
I look at myself
The mirror present in front of me
Someone stares back
But I know it isn't me
It was they
I see the glass shatter as my fist hits the glass
I can feel shards cut me
Yet I don't stop
Until all that is left
Is an empty, hollow space
My remains lie strewn
Across the newly dead earth
Not a drop of blood has bled since my sacrifice
But I wonder, as my soul scourges the earth to find each piece,
Will it ever be evitable
For me to rest in peace?
Now as I open my eyes
I wonder
Wait will it take
To end thi-
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Thơ caA collection of poems regarding many topics from your fellow Observer. These topics are woven beneath your bright cities, active politics, and towering dreams, the true cost of your new, developing world. Note: I did NOT make this cover WARNING: Re...
