20 May 2024,
Monday
11:01PM
I am now dead.
Killed by corporate slavery,
Killed by years of heartbreaks,
In the end I keep asking myself,
Is this my end?
A Stranger to you,
A Stranger to me,
Now also to this city.
All of your pain was mine
I shared it with my soul
Was my pain yours?
Is it still?
I think you would have waited enough
You don't have to anymore.
And perhaps when I die,
that is when the real search will begin.
I will die and I will never be dead.
But I hope I am found when I am dead,
because all my life I was lost.
Now that I'm dead is it a win for me?
Or is it a loss for you?
Perhaps it would be the best thing to have me as a memory rather than be there
It has been done,
I have achieved rock bottom,
I'm completely hollow,
And there won't be anything left for the worms to eat off from.
The only thing that exists,
Is a hollow shell,
A house with nobody around who can live in,
A heart with nobody to give to,
A life that is not great enough to live through :)
YOU ARE READING
A Diary of my thoughts
PoetryLate night thoughts whispered onto these pages like i wished i whispered them in your ears **About the Book** "A Diary of My Thoughts" is a journey through the soul, capturing love, loss, and longing in heartfelt poems. Written in their raw, unrefin...
