Stab at my heart,
tear it apart
I must not feel
as everyone dies before me
please,
don't let the numbness subside
this must be a nightmare, this is not real
I try to persuade myself
drowning, in my own lies
nevertheless, something beyond sorrow
engulfs me, burying me beneath it all
until there is nothing left
nothing
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
