How beautiful it would be
To be lying in a ditch on the side of a road.
To have been thrown from a car
And left lying there
Bleeding out,
Dying.
To feel only pain and fear.
Not fear of dying
But fear of living.
Of being stuck there for hours on end
Alone
And dying.
To watch the blood ooze out of me
And not care
To just be dead
Absolutely nothing
Not moving, not feeling, not anything.
These are my thoughts
Thoughts that I almost wish were real
Thoughts that are easier to deal with
Than what's right in front of me.
I don't know if I want to die
But I do know that I don't want to keep living this life.
It's tiring and frustrating and painful.
I can't get through a day without crying
When I used to not cry at all.
So I think
Of lying in a ditch
On the side of a road
And lying there
Bleeding out
And dying.
YOU ARE READING
The Ditch
PoetryA poem about my current thoughts as scary as they might be. The only reason I'm publishing this is to not feel so alone.
