Sitting alone
In my death dress
Tears staining my face
Blood staining my wrists
A blade by my side
This is real suicide
Pain brought by words
And brought by knives
A shattered heart
I'll never restart
I've started dying
Kept on fighting
No matter the cost
All hope is lost
And it's time
For me
To let go
And quit breathing
So I'll cut real deeply
And whimper weakly
As I slip away
From reality
I'll breathe one last breath
This will be
My last sunset
So I'll fade into the sky
As the sun begins to rise
I will finally die
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
