As I try to sleep I hardly feel a smile deep inside me.
I close my eyes and try not to think.
Thinking kills, thinking keeps you awake.
Being awake makes you alive.
I just wanna fall away from this place.
I'm already drowning.
My hand claws over the water at the surface one last time before it goes under into the deep. Into the dark. It goes.
I hope I don't wake up when light pierces the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PoesíaMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
