Whisper to the wall
And pray that it listens
To you, who is
Enclosed in a coffin.
Trapped in spiked cuffs
They cut your wrists
For you, but it
Doesn't stop your grief.
And that's all you want
You need the pain to end
So inside you, you jump off
And fall down into emptiness.
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...