Sometimes I wake up feeling terrible. Like my heart is being tied up by a suffocating corset. Like my spirit, my soul, my aura is being sucked into oblivion. My entire body goes weak. My mind couldn't focus. I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe.
But most of the time it happens when I least expect it to. When I'm speaking midsentence or chewing my food. The thought slithers up my chest to my brain. What if I die now? I'd like that. Won't I?
Will there be something or someone waiting for me on the other side? Does the "other side" even exist?
If I die, the world would surely go on like nothing happened. Never mind that a 26 year old intern just ended her life. Never mind that she will be graduating in 6 months time. Never mind that a stable job as a physician is waiting for her as soon as she passes the licensure exam. Never mind that she had a lot of dreams and promises left behind.
Will she? Is she too weak to bear her sorrows? Or is she too brave to pursue her mortal demise? Is she simply too mentally and socially inept to be a part of society?
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Blank Eyes #wattys2016
Poetrydo you ever wish you could escape your current life and start afresh to where no one knows who you are? this is a compilation of thoughts from a broken woman who only wants nothing but a second chance
