I'm sick of feeling like this,
Like there's a pit in my stomach,
Where nothing will fit,
Never full or satisfied,
I question,
Whether I already died,
For my limbs are heavy and my eyelids drop,
The world won't stop spinning,
And I'd just like it to stop,
- or slow down, that's all I ask!
Give me enough time,
To find a way and get back,
For in these woods, all the trees are the same,
Playing tricks on my mind,
'till I forget my name,
The moon has come,
It observes as I'm undone,
There's a figure in the dark,
When it flees,
It takes with it my spark,
Something grips my arm,
So I cry and I scream,
But no one hears my alarm,
That's when I see, that,
Its my own guilt and hate,
What did me so much harm,
And covered my mouth with my own bloody hand.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
