I am falling,
hopelessly in the dark.
Air rushes out of my lungs
and I can never refill them.
I lie to stay alive
and I can't bear to kill my mind,
though I know it will save me.
I hear others speak to me in whispers
as if they dare not talk louder.
I see them stand still,
scared to risk losing themselves,
they dare not catch me,
and I close my eyes.
I can't breathe
and everyone says I need help
but they don't want to do it.
I can't trust anyone
and I can no longer trust myself.
I am falling
and I am dying
but no one else sees me crying.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoetryWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
