WARNING: This poem is quite... unusual. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Knives lay upon a throat;
go on, slit it, slit it now.
See the blood gush out of the veins;
Advance upon the gates of Hell;
take it over for myself.
I'm teaching some lessons for life to me -
how else to survive this wretched world?
How more candid can I be?
Break their knees
so they can lay down and see
how broken I really am.
More than my knees
but my elbows, neck;
I cannot continue by myself
so knives cut a path through the weeds.
Time is running out
but why should I worship time
when it was time that broke me?
I loved you, but
time was too fast for me.
Oh, how I loved you
and all I wish for now is your head.
Time was too fast for me,
why couldn't it just slow down for a second?
I could've been...
Sane.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
