1.6.16
I know that it's sad, it's hard to believe.
I've gone and died at the age of seventeen.
So how am I still here?
Don't you know a thing about the world?
It doesn't take a funeral to prove your death,
I'm still here, still breathing, heart beating.
Dead, but not buried yet.
Little by little, my mind is depleting.
I should be planning to graduate,
Looking at schools to go to.
But all I can think about is self-hate,
I'm dead inside without you.
I'm Dead, but not buried, I'm still alive.
Just a pile of bones, empty on the inside.
I've got a heart, broken by all the lies.
Dead, but not buried, I need a reason for life.
Do you know what it's like,
To be dead inside at seventeen?
Dead inside with no reason to fight,
Force fed lies, my life has no meaning.
So give me my funeral already.
Keep me in your thoughts now and then.
Just don't leave with your hearts heavy.
I was dead before my life found its end.
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poetry"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
