A beginning and an end of your own pity.
Well its almost time.
For what?
For my death.
Leaving this earth for another and yet as many times as i have welcomed death into me i have never said this before:
Im scared.
Im terrified because of how this will end.
The next destination i have not a clue what is ahead but then youll be in my arms a screaming,
Crying,
Bloody mess.
Youll be a beautiful destruction though even if movies don't potray the actualness behind you.
All they show you is that its gonna hurt and thats probably the only thing thats right in the movies other then that...
They never portray how it ends.
You dont hurt right now.
I dont even realize whats happening because of all the countless times i have lost track all i know is that its ahead.
But im ready.
In ready to meet you and ready to end this.
It hasnt been the weirdest and even most normal experience but i know what happens.
I just never thought id be afraid.
I just never thought I'd be the one having to leave.
I just never assumed it would happen so fast.
I guess its true that new life is like a picture as is death:
You are there one second staring at the world with wide brown eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs to be put back where you came from,
Hell some fighting to remain where they are but then it all stops.
A second it all stops.
The voices,
The pain,
The worries,
The screaming,
The tears,
The memories all come to a hault and soon its just you.
Staring at me with wide matching brown eyes and dirty brown hair,
Same blank tearful expression as me when i first glanced at the new images.
There one second and im gone the next.
Because new life has to begin that way.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
