Drama
silence
who wants violence?
dark dreams
evil screams
hold on strong
the fight is nearly gone
fighting to breath
fighting to see
its hard to believe this is me
I never saw myself falling to the blade
but in the end its how I'm paid
suffering from tears
torn from fears
all I know
I'm not sure why I'm here
told to live
but living a lie
stuck in a place where everyone wants to die
hurt and confused
broken and bruised
not sure what to do
but I will fight till I can't move
this is what I must do.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Instead Of Suicide
Şiirima kinda what people call "A pain finder" & I'm trying to break myself from the habit. So I have been writing these poems instead of self harming so much. welp, hope you like them.
