God if you're there take me away,
Turn this breath into my last and please don't force me to stay.
Hold me while I long to press this old blade to my wrist.
Over a year clean I should've known it would come to this.
Silence the weeping, stop my fears.
Turn on the Angel Choir as I fly away from the pain.
This life I am no longer able to sustain.
Turn me into the brightest star, let people gaze upon my memory from near and far.
Religion can't comfort me anymore.
Breathing is shallow and I picture the shore.
I am the wind in the leaves and the knock at the door.
I am the sun casting glare,
I am the light I couldn't bear.
My pulse slows and I close my eyes.
For this world is something I can't wait to kiss goodbye.
Then darkness is followed by light and I can see it was all a dream.
My heart pings a register of pain and I close my eyes knowing I had wished it were reality.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
