There is longing carved in my bones,
words caught up scraping at my throat,
there is light that I cannot see,
there is a shadow hunting me.
There is a voice locked up in my head,
and it echoes as the nights go by.
There is a demon feeding off my blood,
there will come a time when I'll say goodbye.
But, for now I hold on to the touch of your skin,
I send your love through the waves that will crash me beneath them,
but will keep me surely alive,
even after my heart stops beating,
after my lungs are filled up in blue,
but all I'll ever remember is the scent of you.
And when I leave, remember, all I wanted was you.
And when you cry, look up and know that you're not to be blamed.
There's longing carved in my bones,
and it was all for you.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
